(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yH2mOf9LVfA/Ta2SLulnvYI/AAAAAAAABkY/ZbLDT-YHYgM/s640/superbe-Keira-Knightley.jpg)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Anette</span></strong><br/><br/>Anette had grown up in an odd sense. She never knew her real parents, but she'd grown up as a product of the system in and out of foster care. She had always been odd, having extraordinary luck at the most opportune times, almost never getting ill, knowing what to say and when....and it frightened people she stayed with. Sometimes, if she was angry, one would even be able to catch a whiff of sulphur about her. If she was happy, the smell of lavender or some light, pleasant smell would hang about her.<br/><br/>But on this day, her 18th birthday, her life would change. Anette turned around, taking one last look at the building that'd been her home for the past four years when the last foster family dumped her and sped off through the city of Cleveland. She sighed heavily, and pulled her hoodie about her face, tightening the laces. She took another breath, and walked out into the pouring rain.