“She’s Irish, we don’t know what her Ability is. Not exactly a social butterfly. Born to a married couple, an overworked mother and a deadbeat father. Quite the problem child, being expelled from five schools this year alone. Apparently a good fighter, because that’s why she keeps switching.” She’s got my respect already. Absent parents are the worst kind, especially when you see them every day, even if they don’t really see you.
My parents have been addicts all my life. After I was born, my mother fell into postpartum depression, having gone from a well-known model to a mother with a baby bump. I don’t know why she thought cocaine would help, but she overdosed when I was nine. You’d think my father would stay away from drugs after that, but he followed my mother when I was fourteen. And that’s when Alira found me. I’ve had a functioning family ever since.
We ran down the cracked pavement along the building, jumping over the police blockades we set to keep people away. The police here were too lazy to figure out it’s not actually needed. That’s where we come in. We stop most of the crime, and they take the credit.