Kristyla Rayse has always felt there is something strange about her, something she just couldn't help no matter what she did. But she has always had a happy family. For some reason she was spoiled rotten. She hated it. Out of all her brothers and sisters, Kristyla, plopped in the middle, was always treated with more attention.
On her 13th birthday she started feeling sick. Well, not actually sick, but just,…..hot. She felt like she had a 300* temperature. But all the while it was 98.3. She asked her mother if there was anything like this happening in the past. Her mother had said "Not as long as we have had you….." under her breath.
"Is that supposed to mean something?" she asked
"It means you were adopted, OK?"
"What?"
"Get in the car if you're going to question me. I will take you to your father, he handled all the papers."
Kristyla got in the car….Unsure of the road ahead of her. When se arrived at her so called "Fathers" house she bolted through the door as fast as she could . Which was alarmingly fast today. She felt strong too, she had broken the door down.
"Dad!!!!!!!!" Screaming as loud as she could…..Braking all the windows. Kristyla stopped in her tracks. Going so fast and coming to an un-graceful stop Kristyla fell into all of the shattered glass. Wiping out, unconscious.
"Wha?......Where am I?" Kristyla awoke.
She rubbed her head. Thinking it would hurt by now, although it didn't.
"Ouch!" she hit a shard of glass.
Her parents watched her slowly pull it out of her head…….The gash healed instantly.
Awed they rushed her to the adoption center. When they got there they demanded to know exactly where her birth parents were. Dead or Alive.
They found them to be at 5 Ridgeway Road, the only house on that avenue. Pounding on the door Kristyla broke through it with her fist.
Finding her birth parents…………………….