Just for the record, I never WANTED to be different. I'm not one who likes change, who likes standing out- hell, who likes to be called special?
In the very beginning, I was a normal teenage girl, with a boyfriend, tons of friends, a life. Who knew things could change so much in just a month?
How many books have I read, where special powers appear, and after awhile, they use it to save the world?
I'm not like that. I've got special powers, it appeared out of the blue, but I'm not hasty about using them.
Don't even know how.
Personality wise, I'm as normal as they get- talk about helping the needy, feeling bad for the needy, even helping them out a little. But in no way would I ever become a super hero- super powers or not.
There are a lot of things that could be said about what I am, and what I can do. There is probably a perfectly reasonable explanation that fits into reality- the real world.
I could be crazy- maybe; I could probably be lying to myself, without knowing it- making up a reality to fit with my imagination.
The most plausible explanation? Everything is true, and I have to start believing.
That One: I'm a god. Two: I'm not even a demi-god- PART god. I'm a real ass big shot, all powerful being. Three: The gods are coming after me...