A/N - Just a little thing that popped into my head, tell me if you think I should keep going if I get enough people telling me two I will. If not, well I won't, because I don't see the point in writing a story if no one is reading it.

I know this is kinda vague and really short, but its just meant to be the set up of a larger story. IF I decide to write more this, future chapters will be allot longer. Story is unbetaed, I don't want to hear anything about how horrible my grammar and spelling is, I already know.

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Its funny how you're live can change so inexpertly, six years ago I was an ordinary girl with ordinary parents and ordinary life. Like most fifteen year olds my day consisted of going to school, and talking on the phone with her friends. The biggest concern I had back then is if the boy I liked liked me back. I won't lie I miss that, I miss my mothers warm hugs and my fathers kind smile. I miss gossiping with my school friends, and not worrying about the fate of the world on a regular basis.

I think about the people in my life now, people who are more then friends, people who have become my family and even though I miss my parents, I can't help but feel happy for the way things happened. The thought makes me feel more then a little guilty; my parents didn't deserve what happened to them.

Damian suggested I write this all down, said it might help, you know getting it out. I'll start at the beginning; my name is Helena Dubrovna. I was left at an orphanage by my biological mother when I two months old, the only thing she left me was the first name I still carry. I was adopted only three weeks later, by a young couple who could not have children of their own, and six years ago the best and worst thing that could happen to me, happened......