Hi. My name is Alexandra Byrd, however, most call me Xan because seriously, how old fashioned is the name Alexandra? Anyway, here are some things you should know about me. #1: I have a few really close friends. Seriously. We're closer than my sister and I are. We tell each other everything. (P.S don't even think of ever hurting them because I will mess you up big time. #2 I matured a lot faster than most of my class
mates. Physically and emotionally. By first grade I taught my self how to read in English, French and Latin (don't ask me why I chose Latin, even then I did't know why) By third grade I'd ditched the Barbies and started, um, growing (If you know what I mean). By fifth grade I'd stopped playing pretend games and started trying (emphasis on the word trying) to have more in depth conversations with my friends. And finally #3:  Growing up, nobody else's brain seemed to work like mine, or maybe mine didn't work like theirs. Either way I can do a lot more with my brain than you can with yours.

   Before I talk about anything else, I should probably explain number three a little more. Now I'm not saying I was or even am now, a genius (although let's face it, I am), I'm talking about little things like changing the weather, picking up stuff with out touching it, magically make people, say, fall in love or something,or even slowing down time. You know just little things. It wasn't  that big of a deal to me at all until I started getting more powerful, and people started noticing.

   I remember when I first learned to control stuff with my hands and mind. I was in bed and my mom was just about to tuck me in, when I stopped her. "Watch this mommy!" I'd said, and magically pulled them up with out touching them.  She pursed her lips and with   a worried look on her face, told me it was lights out "But mommy!" I'd said in my whiney  8 year-old voice, "It's only 8:30, I still have half an hour!" But her answer was the same as before. Later that night I awoke the the sound of my parents talking by my door. "But honey," I heard my mom say, "we'll have to tell her sooner or later! She'll only get stronger and get herself exposed!" I kept my eyes firmly shut and my breath even so they wouldn't realize I was awake. " And then what'll we do?" my dad asked in reply,  "She'll think it's 'super cool'  and decide to tell all her friends." " Fine, we'll send her to the school then."

   After they left, I started wracking my brain trying to figure out what I'd done to upset them. Maybe they didn't  like my drawing? No, that can't be it I thought, they'd said something about getting stronger and besides they liked my art so it couldn't be that. Perhaps it was about the gymnastics section we were doing in gym class and they were worried my pants would fall down? But no, that didn't seem quite right either. After about 45 minutes of trying to figure out what I did wrong, I came across the idea that maybe it was the pulling-up-the-covers-without-using-my-hands thing that they got upset about. But I just couldn't figure out what was wrong with it because I did think it was cool. However, I figured it wasn't exactly normal, as I had never seen any one I knew do it and made the silent promise never to do it again.

   At first I thought it was a great solution to my problem and that my parents would forget all about it in a few days and all would be fine. Only a few weeks later while being ushered into the family car with two suitcases packed with (almost) all my worldly possessions (which to be honest, wasn't that much), did I realize my plan hadn't worked.