Why is my life so shit? Okay, so I know all teenagers think of their lives as being less than great, but really, my life is more terrible than anyone even knows.

First of all, no one will adopt me. I've been in the foster care system for my whole life, going from foster family to foster family. But no one will keep me for longer than a few months at best. The longest I ever stayed somewhere was only a little over half a year. The truth is they can all tell I'm not normal, it just takes some of them longer to see it than others is all.

It goes way beyond my personality traits as well. I mean, sure I get called 'emo' and worse for the music I listen to, and my clothes are never fashionable, because I don't care about that stuff. The really abnormal things start when I get angry, because weird things start to happen. In fact, whenever I go through a strong emotion of any kind, strange things happen. Plates break all by themselves, the weather changes, windows and doors rattle and slam. All sorts of weird things. I swear it's not my fault, but even I don't believe it. So why should they?

And, as the number of foster families willing to take me in dwindles, so do the standards. The houses I've been living in are getting worse. More kids packed in to smaller spaces, disgusting hygiene issues. Some really terrible things, up to and including drug use and abusive behavior and sometimes beyond that. No one wants to hear my horrific tale of woe. So I won't bore you. But, let's make one thing clear. I'm a damaged soul.

Well, when my life really changed, I was living with a large foster family. There were 9 foster kids in total. But, luckily the house was quite big. The foster parents were ok, they just didn't get involved, they let us kids do whatever the hell we wanted. Which, was better than some places. I didn't really get along with any of the other kids, they all knew I was a freak, and kept their distance. All, except for Nick. He was sort of a freak too. And we got along quite well. We both knew how it felt to be the outsider, alone. So, we stuck together, so we didn't have to be alone anymore. Or, at least we could be alone together.

I didn't know much about Nick's story, we never talked about it. All I knew, is that he had a younger sister, but they'd gotten separated at some point along the way. And, he blamed himself for not being there for her. Beyond that, I'm not really sure about Nick's past.

So, it was me and Nick, sat alone in the attic, like we usually were. When this crazy looking cat came bounding in through the window. I stared in awe, nudging Nick to show him, but not wanting to spook the cat. We both just stared at it for a moment, as it sat there staring straight back at us. Then, suddenly, and fantastically, the cat started to change right before our wide eyes. The cat quickly morphing into a woman. A full grown, strange looking, woman. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I could feel Nick shaking a bit beside me.

I rubbed my eyes, to make sure I was really seeing this. My head was starting to hurt from the sheer amazingness of what I had just seen. There was a woman, who was a cat. I mean, I've seen weird things. Really weird things. But, this, by far the most unbelievable thing yet.

A/N - This is just a short peek at the story, to see if people are interested in my new writing style and the story. So please review to let me know if I should to continue or give up. Thanks. (PS. I written loads already, but I still might just not post it, if people don't like it.)