About Me

Sorry, my mom came in the room. I didn't want her to see this blog.

No, she doesn't know I'm a mutant, either.

I've always hoped I'd find others, just like me. Like in that series, Roswell High. They found more aliens. But I don't think I'll ever find more mutants. I'm an original, the one and only. It really sucks.

How am I a mutant? I have no idea. I was adopted when I was four. Before that I lived in foster homes. I'm glad to say that I shouldn't ever have to switch houses and families again.

I'm the only one who knows I'm a mutant. At least, until now.

I've always known I've had wings. They're beautiful. Long and white. I keep them hidden under my clothes.

I've always been really quiet. I have one really close friend, Ashlee. I met her when I was five. At school, I never talk unless talked to. Unless it's Ashlee.

Then, at age seven, I discovered somthing. Somthing major.

I could turn invisible.