A Blooming Rose
Note: The Cullens do not belong to me. They are the product of Stephenie Meyer's creativity. Only the main character and a few others are mine.
For the past three years I've been on the run around the United States of America, praying that the Child Protective Services never caught up to me. Little did I know that they would be the least of my problems. Little did I know that I would be thrust into the complicated world of supernaturals. Plain old me, Dhi Wiley. It was something I would have never expected, something that I still didn't believe, even after everything that has happened. This, my life, was something to remember.