Sequel to College Chemistry

I have always felt a bit different. Ever since I could remember. My mother is normal, about as normal as anyone else's would be. My sister is about the same as any other. And my father is dead.

But his death is not to blame. I always seem a bit different. My sister calls it robotic, but last I checked, I am a human. I have the baby photos and everything to prove it.

Well, I suppose I am forgetful too. Another human trait. I forgot to state my name and business. I am Aura Ozone, 16 years old. 

And this is my journal.