I'll admit, I'm not a very big people person. My only friend up until I turned sixteen had been my father's student, Roy, but I hadn't seen him in two years. Gracia was my first and only friend after my father died when I was seventeen. So imagine my dismay when I got a phone call telling me that my cousin was now in my custody.
Luckily, we didn't have to worry about rooms because Gracia was moving out of our shared, two-room apartment and into her fiance's (Hughes) soon, but I almost had a panic attack.
How was I supposed to raise my cousin? I was only eighteen, I barely knew how to take care of myself, let alone a twelve year old girl!
At least my grandma would visit often; I could ask her for help.
But what intrigued me the most was the fact that the girl desperately wanted to make metal limbs. I couldn't understand what drove her so hard.
"I'm sorry you had to go through all this. It must be stressful," I smiled at her. She smiled back, but I could see the haunted look in her eyes. What on earth happened to that girl?
-Liza Hawkeye