I can't even remember a time when I didn't have my powers. Neither can I remember a time when I didn't have reporters following me to school, or when the kids in class didn't whisper behind their hands. 'There's Valencia. She's [i]special[i/]' But I do remember one really big day.. It was the first time I had made a friend..and that day I lost one. Her name was Petra. I think she made friends with me because she didn't have any friends either, but I didn't care. She was special too. She would have visions sometimes that would make her curl up in a ball crying. Right in the middle of class. Her parents thought she was a demon child. Petra usually came to my house after school. We would sit and talk for hours. She would watch me practice my powers. I would help her talk through her visions. She eventually divulged to me that she was cloned from DNA left from a girl named Ace. Uncle Bruce had talked to her some before she died. She told me that she had the same brain condition as Ace had, which caused her visions, and which would kill her. She sat there quietly, waiting for my reaction. I ran away. When I came back, she was gone. I never saw her again. I found out a week later that she had died in the hospital. I cried for two weeks. I felt like I had betrayed my friend. I still suffer from shame and guilt. After the stress from that, my parents spread a rumor that I had been killed. I was able to recover out of the public eye. I still don't know how I could've turned my back on my first friend... I'm afraid..will I do it again?