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My name is Ashley Burcham, and I have a steel rod in my tongue. My hair is black—with a pink stripe on the right side for a splash of color—and my eyes are green. None of those colors are natural.
I am, what my father likes to say, a disaffected youth.
I am, according to my bipolar mother, a perfect angel with an attitude problem. An opinion that might change if she ever finds out about the steel rod in my tongue. Then I will surely lose all angelic status.
In the eyes of my friends, I am a perfectly normal sixteen-year-old girl.
At least, I was.
Before the alien entity invaded my brain.