Prologue:
My name is Clear. Clear Water. At least I think it is, I'm not entirely sure. I wish my life was as clear as my name. You see, for as long as I can remember, I've
been a foster child. I've been told that I have parents, but I'm not allowed to meet them until I'm much older. If they are still alive, as everyone says. It would
be fine living here, the food is great, the beds are warm, the foster parent is kind. You may wonder, what is the problem? The problem is me, I am not normal,
there is something that they are not telling me. And the worst part is that all the other kids notice it. I usually exclude myself from games just so no one gets
drenched, in water. And I usually fail the tests on purpose, so no one thinks that I'm cheating. But whatever, I can't just expect my life to be perfect.
I mean, It's not like I have powers.
