A/N: So here is my seond attempt at this sequel. I'm uploading some of the chapters and keeping them exactly like they were before. So all of the chapters will be up today. I hope my muses stick with me on it this time. I hope you will enjoy what this is about to become.
My name is Angel. I dont know my last name. Actually, I'm not even sure my first name is Angel either. I was found on a bench at a train station when I was only a few months old. I was sent to an orphanage and the picked my name based on the onsie I was wearing. It had said Sweet Little Angel. I grew up at the orphnage and prayed everyday a family would want me.
As I got older, I realized no one ever would because I was wierd. Whatever, that means. I always thought of my self as different from the other kids. I have these special abilities, at least that's what I think of them as. Most of the adults thought they were bad and the other children were scared of me.
I can do some amazing things but I was always told not to because it was bad. I had no control over them, though, especially when I got in a heightened state of emotion. I guess they were a little dangerous but I never hurt anyone. You see, I can move things with my mind. I can slow atoms down enough to completely stop them and speed the atoms up to explode things. I always made sure no one was around when I used them.
Anyway, there's more important things to my story than my magic. The point is what my magic lead me too. I grew up in the orphanage, hated by the children and the sisters. No matter how much I tried to control it, things just kept happening.
Finally, at seventeen, I got a job and rented a flat. I was able to live my life the way I wanted to with no worries over who would hate me. I still had the problem of feeling comfortable around people and didn't have any friends. Just aquiantances who I only talked to because I had to.
I spent most of the year that I've been on my own thinking my powers only caused the problems in my life. I thought that even though I had this "curse" I was just a normal person and if I disappeared the world wouldn't care.
That was until six months ago. That's when I used my powers to save three men. One of which was destined to save the world. That's when I stopped thinking about my powers as a curse and started thinking of them as a gift.
A/N: Yes, this is the sequel to Shattered. I know it doesn't seem like it yet but it will soon. I promise. This right now is just a little teaser for you. I hope you like it.