The unknown is always feared. Even if someone you love is part of the unknown, mankind turns them away as if the person was never their friend. Even if it's their own child. I'm a part of the unknown. My parents weren't happy when they found out. They threw me on the street like last week's garbage. My name is Nadia Willson. I'm 14 and as of two years ago, a street kid. My parents hate anything with a special gift. That included me: their own daughter. I'm a part of the Unknown.