At all of fifteen, I’ve dealt with way more than the average carefully-swaddled adolescent. Between seedy pawn shop owners, lazy motel managers, and money-grubbing foster moms, there isn’t much room left for a kid to be a kid. But after a wild night out with the Franciscan Sisters I found myself souped-up with an ancient power I did NOT anticipate. It’s true, I may have unleashed a few teensy-weensy apocalyptic beasts in the process, but what with my nifty new powers, clean-up should be a cinch!