The Tween

I would like to think that I grew up pretty normal. I mean sure, I was adopted, but who cares? I became a Sanchez when I was three, so it's not like I actually remember ever being anything else.

So yeah, I grew up a normal kid with normal friends and normal annoying brothers. I went to a normal, boring public high school and lived in a normal, two-story house where I came home to ignore my homework and eat a ton of junk food. I was normal.

Or so I thought.

Looking back, I probably should have seen the red flags of weirdness. I didn't belong, and not just in a I'm-a-teenager-and-I'll-never-belong kind of way, but in a I-have-weird-dreams-about-goblins kind of way.

I'm writing my story because I learned who I am and about my people the hard way. I'm thinking that if people read this and look for the same signs, they won't be caught off-guard like me.

They'll be prepared.