The Best of Both Worlds: Addie's Beginning
by Nicky
My name is Addie. Addie Lynn-Faith Michaels. I am fifteen years old, almost sixteen. Mostly everything else about me is made up. See, my parents, who by the way aren’t my biological parents, even though I consider them to be because I’ve had them almost my whole life, found me on a side street by an alley on a dark night in December of 1993. They found me here, in this town, Sunnydale, California. They took me to a nearby police station and no one had seen me before. Only being about three years old, the only thing I knew was my name, Addie. After about a month, my parents decided that I wasn’t wanted by my real mother and father. They said I was an answered prayer for them because they couldn’t have children of their own. They raised me well, always there for me and supportive. My dad is a coffee shop owner; The Espresso Pump. My mom is a secretary for some law firm. Sunnydale seems to have a lot of those. My parents adopted a one month old boy from Canada about nine weeks ago, who they named Ethan. He looks a lot like me I think. So, back to my life story, after I was officially adopted by my parents, I grew up pretty normal except for a few things. I was always picked on by random jerks because of the color of my eyes. I guess I scared some people. My eyes are pure red. Have been since I was found. I have delicate features except for those big red eyes with small black pupils. There hasn’t been anyone with red eyes before, at least I don’t think so, so everyone kind of stares at me.

So lately, I have been noticing some changes with me. Not normal changes. Magical ones. I can’t talk to my parents about them because I’m afraid they wouldn’t understand or would be scared. I can do things, at least, it appears so. My hands. They’re different. From others. They can form fire just out of the palm of them. Just randomly. I’ve been working on controlling it more. Like I said, its only been lately. Maybe about a week and a half. Then about three days ago, I could do something else. Form a shield of some sort. With…can you guess….my hands.

Yesterday I accidentally set my biology room on fire. No one saw, I think. Rumors started passing saying that I’m some sort of devilish thing. A freak of nature. I was given nicknames like ‘Torch’ and ‘Flame’. How badly I just wanted to turn around and blow fire in their faces. But I would do as they wanted. I’m not evil. I’m not really sure what I am…yet.

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