Who I Am_Andrea

Author's Notes: Andrea, in her own words because I support her and I believe in her. I will not give her up. And she is real to me.
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     I am one of a kind. My Father told me this. Although I find it hard to believe. I guess I really am now that my Mother is gone. My name? Oh, I'm Andrea Marie Collins. Aged 17 years, if you want to go by just looking at me.

     Some packages are not really what they seem. I guess that is common in Danville. That may be the reason we ended up here. We had no choice in the matter, really. After my Mother died...I say died as thought it were natural or an accident. It was no accident. There was a contract out on her life. She was murdered. I don't care what the report says. It was changed for the convenience of the press and to make sure that everyone's butts were covered. No need to make a messy scene. Yes, I am bitter in that matter. Do you blame me?  She is the reason I am who I am. Although, I can't deny the fact I miss her.

     Look at me, I am getting all emotional again. Some human traits are just not easily weeded out I guess, no matter who or what you are.
But, I am human. I can't dismiss that fact. I laugh, I cry, I have my own personality. I have my own faults and quirks. My heart beats the same as anybodies. That said, however, it is not easy for a girl of my age taking on everything that I have, learning so much in so little time.

     Like I said before, safety was the top priority. It is just my Father and I now. We were unceremoniously moved in the dead of night to Danville. Words of caution still echo in my ears, "Watch your back." "Trust little to no one." "We are here...should you need us."

     I want to live a normal life. Hahaha! That was actually funny. Normal.... I haven't known normal since the day I came into being.

     But look at me. I appear no different. Nobody would really suspect a thing, would they? Yet, sometimes I wonder with the way the silent, green haired one looks at me if he knows somehow. He always intrigued me, but on a level that grounded at intellectually.

     His step brother with the big blue eyes, shock of red hair and happy-go-lucky, laid back attitude  seems too oblivious to notice anything out of ordinary, at least when it comes to girls. I could ask the dreamy eyed, raven-haired friend of theirs that looks to him like she is caught at least most of the time in her own world, fantasies painted on the canvas of her mind of what should and could be. She would tell me of his oblivion.

     The others though, well, I haven't really gotten close enough with them to tell just yet. I wonder what they think sometimes. However, there is one that seems to project an aura to me that says even if he knew it wouldn't bother him. He has enough of his own problems. That intrigues me on so many levels.

     It makes me want to get to know him more. If I could pick his brain and reveal a few things in the process it might just bring about revelations about both of us. Even though we seem to fight more often than not, I want to know more. There is something inside of him that is struggling to be known, some secrets he harbors and  he needs to be healed. I see it.
I don't know, maybe he can heal me in the process. I am still really trying to figure out where I stand in the grand scheme of things.

     I know the truth and I am sure in time all will come to light. What that will mean for me, I can't say.
     I try to push fears away believing that out there somewhere someone will protect me if the need ever arose. In the meantime, I just want to be me.  I am still a person on this earth and a girl that deserves to enjoy her life, no matter what comes. I am optimistic because Danville seems to have yielded more friends than anywhere else we have lived. I have to make every minute count for myself and all those that matter most to me. Besides, summer is calling.