how to ridiculously save the world

My name is Alice Fox. When I tell my life story, well, it's usually a bunch of lies. But, considering the circumstances, I'll tell you the truth.
It all started when I was 5, right about when I discovered that I was very, very diferent from any kid around me. Oh, I might have forgot to mention, I can read minds. Anyway, I noticed that I could hear voices in my head that seemed to be coming from the people around me. I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone about my strange gift. Actually, the thought of being able to read minds scared me, so I tried to get rid of it. That was just what I needed, more things to make me different from anyone else. So I tried to get rid of my gift by forcing the thoughts out of my head and replacing them with my own thoughts. I soon found that if I concentrated really hard I could ignore my gift. For a couple of years I did just that, but then when I was about 8 years old, my father David died in a plane crash and later my mother disappeared and I never saw her again. Therefore, I was left to fend for myself. for a month and a half I slept in parks, ate from garbage cans, and stole from convenience stores. Just as I began to adapt to my new life style, a man aproached me as I was passing through a back alley. " Hey, hey kid." he said. I whipped my head around, for I had no idea that the man was there." What are you doing here"? he asked threateningly. Mabey he was a cop,
ready to take me away,or mabey a local buisness owner, coming to get me for stealing from his store.I turned around and started to run, and I could hear the man running after me. Soon he caught me, catching me shirt and lifting me up to his face. I then saw that he was neither a cop or a buisnessman, but a HUGE grimy man, probably homeless, who had stains covering a shirt that might have once been white. The man also reeked of a strong smell that made me cover my nose with my shirt. "What is it that your doing here"? he asked. I did'nt answer, in fact, I didn't really hear him because I was stumped on the fact that when I tried to read his mind I got nothing,and the harder I tried it seemed even more blocked. I know, I know, I told you that I didn't use my gift anymore, but in this case I think it can be excused. I mean,what if this guy planned to kill me or something? I would rather know that than have the satisfaction of not using my gift. It was just then that I saw the awful look the man was giving me. He stared at me for a while and I stared right back. Then the man called over his shoulder, "Malky, get the truck ready"!