So wow, okay. This whole complete mental break thing, or magic, or alternate universe, or whatever you want to call it - so, it's sticking. Bonus, looks like I haven't been smacked with the honesty stick today, but like that ever fucking stopped me. Contrary to what the step-douche thinks, I don't lie all that much anyway.
I guess I don't get what I'm doing here. Superheroes, smart people, strong people, whatever, okay. It's a magical menagerie. I'm just me. Chloe Price. No powers, no abilities if you don't count mad drumming ~skillz and the way I can piss off every authority figure in a twenty miles radius. I don't want to say I'm boring because please, I'm awesome, this is hella not a call for ego-stroking "ur so pretty" bullshit, but I mean, outside of the entire fucking universe having it out for me, I'm normal. Average. The only thing that's kinda whack in my life is Max's powers (not Max. Max isn't whack, unless we're totally cool-whack, in which case, girlfriend is hella whack). So maybe I'm whack by association?
So everyone's here either in a book or on TV or whatever. Is there a way to know where Max and I came from? Not in a deep existential BS way, just like... is there some jackass getting his rocks off watching me shower because I'm a character on a show? For example. 'Cause I'd like to at least get paid for that.
Also, horticulture bitches - weed. Someone's gotta be growing it. Fess up.