I looked into my reflection in the mirror and combed my fingers through my red and black hair. My hair had black strands here and there in my hair and it made it looked like it was striped. My bright green eyes that my mother said I got from my father kind of glowed in the reflection. I put my brown wig on and my light brown contacts to go in public in. My mother always said I had to where the contacts and wig when I was in public because we were different. I always asked the same question to my mother every moment of my life. What are we? I was always so curious of what I was until my mother said that I would have to go to London to find out from my father. I agreed to it and I was in the car with my mom driving to the airport. I used to live in a suburb of New York City and my mom would never let me go into the city alone or even town because she thought I was too weak to take care of myself. I always knew I was stronger than all of the girls in the school I was at when I was younger and that I was stronger than my mother at the age of seven but I always wondered why she always said I was weak. I never cried at anything, I never acted like some girl that likes frilly stuff, and I always acted like a boy. I never knew if it was because of how I acted that made her think I was weak or if it was for some different reason but my mother said that I couldn't go to certain places in England but I knew I could take care of myself. She did make me take karate, fencing, track, and gymnastic lessons so what was the big deal that was so weird about London. I knew I could outrun any male because I broke the record of a male runner a couple of times and that I was a black belt in karate while being a first place champion in fencing and gymnastics. When I got into the line to check-in for my flight I knew that I was going to find out what my mother always hid from me and I saw her watching me. I waited for boarding onto the airplane and I was looking at a ring on my finger. The ring was given to my mother from my father so she would never forget him but she gave it to me when I was sixteen for my birthday. As I was boarded onto the plane I was excited and nervous because I didn't know if what my mom and dad used to be were good or bad. But I kept wondering what the big secret was and when the plane flew into the air I knew my adventure was just beginning.