I’m not your average girl.
Your average girl wasn’t born a month too early, silent. Your average girl comes out of the womb screaming bloody murder, but this story is about a girl who was yanked out silent, and the only one screaming was her mother while the doctors tried to calm her down. This baby girl’s lungs were filled with fluid, but the doctors managed to keep her alive and she spent the first few months of her life in the hospital, one little disaster after another. Your average girl isn’t declared legally dead only to hiccup a few moments later and open her eyes. This is a story about a girl who, as an infant, probably took the whole “miracle of life” thing a little too far.
And in her parents’ eyes, that’s exactly what little Rena Sterling was: a miracle.
Your average girl couldn’t possibly know what her mother and father were thinking every time she woke up crying in the middle of the night. She wouldn’t even be able to fathom that mommy never wanted another kid anyway and that daddy would always love his son more, even though his son was just your average boy.
If your average girl were born with special powers, she would flaunt them. She would throw on some spandex. Maybe don a cape. Probably come up with some silly alias, like “Psy-Gal” or “Tele-Girl”. She’d save people. Be a big damn hero.
When most little girls were praying to be given special powers, I wished every single day that mine would be taken away.