I'ts was 2 years since I stopped believing in supernatural stuff. Hello, I'm Cassandra Feather-Top, and this is my supernatural life.

My life is as easy as riding a bike. There are some downfalls sometimes, but 80% flat and boring. I got adopted at the age of 9 months and still figuring why my light headed parents dumped me on the curve of a dark ally. When a man saw a skinny lifeless body in the corner of his eye; he left it dying down on the muddy, wet floor. I guess that's how jerks act these days and how thoughtless they really are. But then with my last breath I can't remember entirely but out of the light of nowhere came a scrawny young man on his way to his death bed. He was probably dumped on the curve like me on a rainy awful day. But when he saw that scrawny baby, he thought of himself. The man brought out his large warm hands and wrapped it around that baby's cold dirty body and took it straight to hospital without remembering about his suicidal attempt. The doctors spoke to the man in private telling him the bad news. Sobbing in the corner of the room was the man that was this close to saving the poor unfortunate baby.

Before the man left the crowded hospital, he visited the baby and kneeled down. He put a metal aqua name tag on the baby's swollen up wrist saying "Cassandra Feather-Top" He kissed the dead hopeless body and left.