Okay, there are a few things you need to understand about me. First, I was born in California where my parents died due to an earthquake. It's the truth that nobody believes. Second, my name is Mallory. The name fits me perfectly. It means unfortunate which is all I ever was and all I'll ever be.

After my parents passed away I was adopted by a young couple. A few months after my fourth birthday we moved to New York. To this day I still feel conflicted about whether I should love these parents as if they were my own. Don't get me wrong, I really like them, and they are super nice to me. They tried to give me all they could, but when they worked long hours it was nearly impossible to see them.

I just had myself.