Prologue
Margaret was a rather pretty fourteen year old girl. She wasn't model gorgeous or a cheerleader captain, but still she was honked at by occasional cars fully of party drunk men and checked out shamelessly by passing junior boys with their girlfriends dangling from their elbows. Margaret, however, ignored them determinedly.
Margaret was not ordinary. At age four, she was rescued from her burning house completely unaffected and very healthy-- though her crib was blackened to ashes. At age ten, she tripped and fell intoa campfire.
She wasn't the least burned.
She also had a funny feeling that she was able to read minds and move things without touching them.
At fourteen, she met her equally strange godmother.
A/N (Author's Note, right?):This was just an idea I was fooling around with and here, the result. Sort of vague but much will be explained later on. I hope I didn't waste your time! ;(
I swear I ate too much Krispy Kreme donuts today... Why am I talking about donuts all of a sudden?
BTW, can someone please tell me what 'AU' stands for?