I was just a normal girl, who could do disturbing things. Whenever I got angry, things would shatter, fly around, basically it would be chaotic. Whenever I was sad the same things would happen. One day before my eleventh birthday I met a strange ginger hair boy, who lived in a large house a few miles from the small village I lived at. Only I was the only besides the family that resided in it that could see the house for its true appearance.