Nobody knows who I really am. Even I don't. I was adopted into a home with one father and one sister. I never really had a mother. My days usually include going to school and sitting quietly (usually reading), in my classes. It's not really that much of a surprise when I walk through the door of my house after a long eight hours of school and hear my father's voice- "Gabriel!! Another C grade? I thought we talked about this!" I usually just sigh and move my long, wavy chestnut hair out of my green eyes.

But all of that was about to change.