Daisies to Dust

Ever since I was a little girl I was special. I AM special. Today is my 15th birthday and apparently I'm supposed to reach maximum power level or whatever that means when I turn 15. One step towards womenhood they say, I say one step further to crazy town. My mother went crazy when I was six and tried to murder me. She kept yelling, "Farren! Farren! I'm so sorry! This is the only way you'll be safe. I don't want you to be special! Why can't you be normal like your sister!" Well being normal can't be all that great because when I was 9 my sister, Kari, was killed in a raging fire at my old house. When my mother found out, she blamed me. Of course my dad took my side and told me she was being crazy. But her threats and accusations still burn my ears and haunt my dreams.