Sara looked around as the mail man walked off down the street, waving to her in his normal friendly way. She double checked the date on her phone. It was Sunday, and she was confused as to why she was getting mail. She had saw him drop letters in a few more boxes before disappearing around the corner. She walked out the the mailbox, and opening it, she pulled a small white envelope from inside. She flipped it over a few times, but saw nothing one it other than her name. Shrugging, she walked back inside, and flopped down on her couch, tearing the end off, and dumping its contents into her lap. she tossed the envelope aside, and opened the letter, reading it to herself.
She sighed, and crumpled the letter into a ball, and threw it across the room. "Jeez, and I thought no one had seen me," she said, rubbing her cheek where a small scar was. She had hoped no one would find out that she had changed. She didn't know how it happened, but one day she had gotten mad, and when she went to hit the wall her hand had become a blade made of bone. She was freaked out at first, but after a while she had come to like her new found power. She would sneak off at night, and practice with her new blade arms in the nearby park, careful to not get caught, but someone had saw her. It was the only explanation she had. She sighed, and began to pack what few belongings her little house had.