She pulled out a thick, spiral-bound notebook and a set of gel pens. Under the glow of a lava lamp, she began to write. She didn't write about the pain or the fight. She wrote about a girl with hands made of literal iron—a girl who could catch closing doors without a scratch and lift the corner of a house just to find a lost marble.
As the ink flowed, the throbbing in her hand turned into a dull hum. By the time she reached the third page, the "Awesome Vid" she had planned to record for her imaginary fans wasn't about backyard stunts anymore. It was a manifesto. She pulled out a thick, spiral-bound notebook and
She hit stop, saved the file as July222007.wmv , and finally went to find the ice. She wrote about a girl with hands made