Hero Story
My name is Iriva, I’m 14 years old. If you are wondering what my name means, it means rainbow in Greek. But don’t force me to tell you how I got this name because, well…. my parents gave me this name. I’ve been living with my mom since I was born. We lived in Los Angeles, her name was Katherine. She was nice and kind. She always helps me when I need help. But I don’t know who my dad is, I’ve never met him and never saw a picture of him. And my mom always tells me that I’m not NORMAL. I don’t know how I’m not normal, I got ears, nose, mouth, and eyes like everyone do. I had no friends at school. They excluded me because everytime I’m sad, scared or angry, there will be a storm. That must be the reason why I’m not normal like my mom said. My friends like to bully me, they don’t like me and they’re scared of me. At school, I have problems learning. I’m also diagnosed with dyslexia. It was Friday evening, I was walking back from home when I found out my mom….. had died in a car ...