A month ago I was a semi average teenager with a paranoid mom and a whole highway to call home. Yeah, I hated it, hated the running and the motels and the always being alone, but I had Mom. I had a reasonably clear view of myself and the person I was. Then I became a girl with powers beyond my control, a past I wish I never learned about and a future I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

I didn't ask to be born!""No, but I asked." He was breathing hard. His eyes hard and glinting with a fire that burned straight through me. "I asked for you every day of my life!

You're my kind of perfect," I went on, quieter."Even if I really eat like a pig?"I never batted an eye. "Even if you ate with your feet.

If someone could reach into my chest and tear out my heart and turn it into a living, breathing person, Isaiah would be it.