Believing in destiny is one thing. It’s another thing entirely to have the aforementioned destiny slap you upside the head and lay you out flat. That being said, destiny also doesn't bother to give you any say in the matter, so it's best to roll with the punches, both literally and figuratively.I never felt much like the average girl next door, and I knew I was “different” once I hit the age the average toddler becomes self-aware. The first lesson I learned about being different? Hide it, whatever it is that's different about you. It's got to be a secret. There are very few people who would accept your differences, and even less who would understand them. The world as a whole seems to discount any “magic” or preternatural abilities as a fluke, hoax, or coincidence. I've also learned that the longer you try to suppress such things, the harder they are to control. On a side note, learning that sort of control when you have zero idea what the ever-loving hell is going on, is damn near impossible! So far, though, I've lived, and so has everybody around me. For the most part...