"Let me tell you about my life. Unlike a lot of the students here in this town, I didn't get the chance to grow up with a happy family and lead a girly life with shoes and purses and talking about boys. I was born into this world and put in the hands of a father that wasn't my own, some pushover cop who swung in after my real dad high tailed it out of Canada when he found out my mum was with pregnant with me. My older brother, Nathan, had joined in some stupid little gang down the street and was being reigned in by my step-dad and the police every other night. The house was alright, I suppose, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, in a quiet neighborhood, but when your big bro is bringing girls over every night to screw and friends over every day to drink and do drugs, ya it wasn't the greatest place to be.

So, I spent the majority of my time at school. At least there it was quiet and secure and I didn't need to hear those girls moaning in the next room. I did what you're supposed to do at school, learn and become a responsible young adult. I joined the auto-club in our high school and even got to be the school's driver in the racing league! But, unfortunately, all good things come to an end. My brother got hooked up with the local mob and before I knew it, there were police asking me questions about every dirty little secret in my life. People at school were stupid and drew conclusions and it basically ruined the half decent reputation I had there. Some people feared me when they found out my big ol' bro was a mobster and avoided me. Others just stopped talking to me. The worst was the teachers treated me like a bloody criminal because these damn blues showed up at the class door to question me every damn day.

So I stopped going to school and started learning at my pace, trying to distract myself from the new girlfriend Nathan had every day. Sooner or later, my brother's friends started forcing me to join them in their escapades. I don't know if I was scared cause they were thugs or if I was excited cause I got to hang out with some of Nathan's hot guy-friends. Regardless, there I was committing small crimes like vandalism and illegal street racing to win Nathan some money here and there. Problem is, I kinda liked it. I hooked up with one of Nathan's friends, we partied, we fought, we broke up and that was that.

You might be wondering why my step-dad cop didn't do a thing about this. Well, like I said earlier, he was a pushover. He was too afraid to come clean and do the right thing by kicking in Nathan's bedroom door and arresting him on the spot. But nope, he sat there and literally watched Nathan sell some drugs to some bum and then point a gun at him to get out of 'his' house. Hell, if I went up to that guy and said 'Boo' he'd probably piss himself. So let's just take my step out of the equation here.

Now, where do my powers come in? That whole night and day, fire and ice thing I can do? Remember when I was talking about that boyfriend I had. Well, I didn't know at the time that he was cheating on me and basically using me. So when I found out, I went a tad bit ballistic. Should've seen the day we broke up, his car wasn't much more than a pile of ash afterward. And that was when I found out that I had powers. Fifteen years old and a fire-throwing, ice-shaping bad ass with a chip on her shoulder.

So, with these newly discovered powers, I decided that I should take Nathan's shit into my own hands and try to straighten out my family. My little brother, only three at the time, was already swearing. I mean seriously, the kid's first word was fuck and he was 'imitating' those disgusting groans whenever he and his girl got a little loud. So, I waltzed into the house and punched my brother. I was gonna set his pants on fire after but it turns out, it wasn't just something I could call up on a whim, at least... At the time, it required some practice. So that didn't pan out too well.

I got the beating of my life and nobody did a thing. I practiced for a few days in private to figure out how to tap into my new found power; when I did, I brought him into our back yard at night where I froze the guy's feet to the ground and shot apples off of his head with icicles. I purposefully missed one and put it straight into Nathan's shoulder and threatened him to never come back, 'leave us alone' I said.

He left. When I woke up a day later, it was to a fire alarm. The entire house has been ablaze and the only reason why I'm alive now is because it was daytime and I was able to manipulate the fire around me. I cleared a path through the flames and went to my little brother's room, the smoke had already gotten him... I then went to my mom's, she wasn't there, maybe outside. So I went outside, and all there was were fire fighters preparing to enter, my step dad talking with more blues and in tears. And there I was, oblivious to what had happened, with a paramedic looking me in the eyes and getting unsettled by the orange glow of them that the sun gave me.

When I learned what had happened, I was wrecked. The weight of my little brother's death was heavy enough. But when I heard Nathan and his band of thugs took mum and lit the house on fire, I was beyond repair. I mean, the fucker actually tried killing his family, he even succeeded a little bit. So he holds a special place in my heart that's hotter than hell during the day and colder than space during the night. So I was lost, I sure as hell wasn't going to live with my step, fuck that. I wandered about, driving some crappy car that was falling apart around me as I went from Western Canada to Eastern and back again. Along the way I got these sexy little jewels in my hands by some extreme body-modifier and some sick tattoos to go with it.

After drifting around the country for a few months, I was coming up on eighteen, I decided enough was enough. I wanted to do something right and smart for a change. I wanted to enroll in school again. But no money meant no education, so I started racing. My piece of shit car ended up becoming a eighty-thousand dollar power house and I went to college for astronomy to learn more about my unique ability. College was college, y'know... Parties, drinks, sex, spring break, thinking you're smarter than the rest, pretty standard stuff. Except my attitude wasn't really meant for it, I may have made a fireball one too many time on campus grounds. When a group of strange men in black came to college in search of me, I knew it was time to leave. I had encountered these ass hats before and they definitely weren't out to slap me on the wrists. Every time they showed up, it usually ended up in a far too violent fight. As I was leaving the campus, downtrodden yet again, a man intercepted me at my car, he had a proposal.

Needless to say, I was intrigued by the idea, and I didn't exactly have a whole lot else to do, so I accepted his offer. Next thing I knew I was flying to some school for metas. Now here I am, a week here and already dealing with the usual high school drama."