In my world there is no magic, no wonders. In my world, it’s a miracle if you have a roof over your head and food. In my world, people like me are disposed of. We’re dangerous, unmanageable, uncontrolled. Who cares that I’m only 14 years old? But I will survive. I will survive and become who I’m meant to be by the right of my birth. And everyone who tries to stop me… Sorry, nothing personal. You’d better die than I do.