Martina Prince was a fourteen years old girl, living in the small town of VAle North Dakoda. This town consisted of one grocer, two public schools, one upper nad one lower, two stop signs, a samll family owned resterant whose main food was burgers, and a couple dozen houses. In this town everyone knew everything about everybody, and MArtina was no exeption to the noseyness of a small town. they nkew that although she was the age of a freshman, or and eighth grader, she would graduate from high school in two months with a 4.0 GPA and perfect SAT scores, most likely to go t oone of the big name colleges no doubt beging her to attend them. Thhey knew that she loved her 10 Year old adopted baby brother, Felipe, very much, and that anyone who messed with him would deal with her. They also knew that she ahd red eyes, black hair, pale skin, and were all convinced that it was not a freak hunting accedent but one of the demon that must have posessed her at birth that left her an orpahn living with her paternal uncle, Joseph. she lived a life of solitude since birth, stoped smiling for anyone but family at six, and simply stoped smiling period, minus the occasion where her brother would melt her heart a little, at the age of seven. she stopped even trying to be nice to people when she was eight, and stopped accepting any kindness that was offered, assuming it to be either fake or pity, at the age of ten. all and all, she was colder than ice by the time she entered pre-teendom.

But our story really starts the day she learned why all of these things came to be, march 12, exactly tow months and a day before she was set to walk across the stage at the college on the outskirts fo Vale. she was walking home from school, little brother in tow, the sun gleaming off of his tan Italian skin and reddish- brown hair, and seeming to be absorbed by her long black locks. he was jabbering about somthing to do with what he had learned in his fifth grade history class, and while she was trying hard to be interested, she couldn’t manage it. she already knew everything he was sayingm, and in fact had pretty much heard it told in the same way, as she had had his teacher when she herself had been in the fifth grade. still he blabbered and was oblivious to the fact she was looking for cars that were never coming, rather than listening to him.