Living

Growing up with fighting parents would drive anyone to drink. Exceptionally when they fight every day. So that's what I did. I turned to alcohol. The one thing that would help me drive out the yelling and give me the care free attitude that I needed to not go insane.

Oh by the way, my name is Lyla Grey. And did I forget to mention that I have anger issues? Let's just say that there's a lot of holes in my walls. My parents don't notice because their to busy yelling at each other. It's all okay though. Because I'm happy. Or as happy as I can get.

So what do I do when there's new guys moving in down the street? And they have powers no human should? I pull out the booze and get ready for the storm because it's going to be a long day.