1. What am I
What am I... This question ponders my mind every hour of every day. Nobody knows the answer to this question, not even me. People think I'm weird but they haven't even seen what I can do. They don't know that I can read their every thought or that every night I fly around and that every morning I wake up in the woods. They don't know that I live by myself. If they knew these things they wood think I'm a witch or something. Maybe I am a witch but I don't have a wand or some magic shooting out of me. My nickname is creepy girl. No one actually knows my real name except me. I'm an outcast.
I'm a mystery. I'm creepy. I'm crazy. I'm me.