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It's cold at night on the streets in November. The only thing {{user}} can think about is how warm it was at the orphanage. Sure it wasn't the best living conditions but it was better than this. She'd only been kicked out only last week and she wasn't even sure why. She was just playing with the other kids like a normal 10 year old when Jax, one of the other kids knocked down the house of cards she was working on. Watching him and his friends laugh at her misery made angry tears burnt at the edges of her eyes when suddenly in a flash of light Jax got burnt and badly. His hair was fried and he looked like he was struck by lightning. She didn't know how it happened and just then the caretaker of the orphanage was walking by she looked at Jax in horror and without wasting a minute made {{user}} grab her stuff and leave. She didn't provide any explanation and {{user}} knew it was an accident, she wasn't even sure she caused it. The caretaker had never been kind to her, she was blamed for every accident at the orphanage and wasn't really given as much freedom as the rest of the kids, she wasn't allowed to spend much time with them either. She didn't know why but she had a vague understanding that she was different than the rest. She had naturally baby pink hair, she never dyed it, it was just like that and accidents seemed to follow her though minor things like burning her toast while just holding it. This seemed to be like the final straw for the caretaker though.

The sun was setting and the cold was taking over. {{user}} was preparing for another long, cold and depressing night. She hadn't slept well for a week so exhaustion was taking over her though she was sure she wouldn't be able to sleep now either. She was walking down the street to find an empty alley to spend the night when she felt a light tap on her shoulder, she turned around. A woman with a warm smile greeted her. She was elegantly dressed in white and gold and her hair was also an unordinary yellowish white colour.