isent it sad when you have no idea where you come from who you really are i never knew my parents they died when i was young the only thing i know is that my fathers name was jed people told me he died in a car accident when i was only one year old. but for some odd reason part of me never belleived that. then until the age of ten i grew up in an orphanage. i dident like it there kids where mean they always had to remind me i was different but i always knew i was different; at the age of nine i discovered something odd i could make things fly with out touching them know i just wouldent take out my hand and say fly i said it inside my head.i was glad i was alone that day or else i dont know what would of happend if another kid would come into the room and see a garbage bin flying in mid air.
lets just say with my new ability i had lots of fun i could trick people there where times where it was funny then well there was those moments where id get a time out and trust me you dont want a time out over there those were the days where they would make you sit on a stool take out your hand and hit you on the hand with a ruler.i dont have many fun memorys about that.
as soon as i got out of the orphanage there came so many questions about my past like where i came from questions that even my adoptive parents couldent answer its became a sourse of fustration,anger, saddness i just wished somebody could let me know what really happened to my parents.but then again it always comes back to they died in a car accident but somewhere inside of me something was telling me that it was a lie.
i started having visions and dreams of this place its not earth i now that and theres this man i swear he kind of looks like me maybe that was my real father. but from then on i promised myself only this that i was going to find answers to my past once and for all it could take my years but i have feeling that something is going to happen i dont know what it is yet but im waiting.