Aaliyah was adopted as a baby so she grew up normal. Now growing up she was very sickly from asthma, diabetes, etc. But all that changed when she turned 13. On that day her brother pranked her in front of the entire family and something inside her snapped.<br/><br/>Her once blues eyes turned white along with her hair. The sunny June day turned into a severe thunderstorm and stayed that way for three weeks... Which is not normal for small town in Georgia during the summer time. So again she found herself back in the foster care system and the process starts over again but this time she remembers everything.<br/><br/>From the shock therapy, constant fighting, multiple therapy session and down right abuse from the orphanage workers, the people who were supposed too protect her.<br/><br/>Then it happened she was adopted at the age of 16 she was adopted by a nice couple who didn't mind her umm gifts.  They even helped her with controlling them, but at the same time allowed her to be normal.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f6/31/00/f6310034a4092348782fb0229c7b0be6.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Evan</a>and<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/56/c6/b7/56c6b76735f9e621158570b677eaaac9.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Destiny Rogers</a><br/>......................................................................<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d1/bc/28/d1bc2839bffad62b63c51f8f5249a681.jpg" title="d1bc2839bffad62b63c51f8f5249a681.jpg">
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> Aye Liyah when you gonna let tap that?" Eric asked (co-worker) </span><br/><br/>Liyah rolled her eyes as she packed up for the day " Never Eric."  She tossed over her shoulder as she walked out the building<br/><br/>Since she didn't live far she walked home like normal, texting her mom she was heading home and was safe. She noticed something different about the area the children wasn't outside playing, music wasn't loud and there was a lot of black Escalades outside her apartment area.<br/><br/><i>must be a drug bust next door </i><br/><br/>Unlocking her door she walked in not noticing her parents or the others sitting in the living room. She felt eyes on her as she flipped on the light she pulled out a gun she had hidden in her bag pointed at whoever was the closest.<br/>" Pops! Really who are these people." Liyah asked holding tight on her weapon<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2c82c9">" We need to talk." </span></b><br/><div style="text-align: center">​</div>