I didn't ask to be born. I didn't ask to have wings. I didn't ask to become a human experiment. I did ask to escape, but I didn't ask to be made responsible for 5 kids at the age of 12. I also didn't ask to put my life into the hands of a complete stranger, claiming to have books that tell my life story. But I got it anyway. and now I have to live with it. Here we go...

Okay, I admit, I thought we were done with the crazy. I thought Life was gonna be peaceful and normal and, y'know, not crazy. But then Life had a violent pregnant-lady mood-swing and screwed up its chances of ever gaining my trust. Thanks, Life. Thanks a lot. You're a jerk.

Okay. I didn't ask to be genetically altered while I was in the womb. I didn't ask to be brutally attacked in some Chicago alley. I didn't ask to run into six other mutants. But it all happened anyway. So here goes.

Hello. It's me again. I didn't know I'd ever meet kids like me. I didn't know I'd ever fear for my life on an almost-daily basis. But you know what? I don't care. 'Cuz I'm havin' the time of my life.