I'd start at the beginning, but there lies a problem in the fact that I can't exactly pinpoint the beginning, or anywhere near it. The truth is, my life is an altogether fuzzy topic that nobody really fully understands –me least of all. I could be one hundred years old, or sixty or sixteen. I say sixteen. I'm not lying about my age if I don't know what it is.
Okay, no, I am lying, I've been "sixteen" for a good time now, and it's getting old, being young. Before you ask, no, I am most certainly not a vampire. My name? My name is Haxel, native Galifreyan, wherever the hell that is. Ireland apparently. Not Irish though. I'm just a non-human girl living on Earth. Not so uncommon, really. What? Are you surprised?