My name is Carla Veronique Larkson and I’m twenty years old as I begin this story - a tale of my life. I’m writing principally because I have an intuitive belief I may soon disappear, finding myself in circumstances where I cannot communicate. While I have no desire to vanish, my departure, nonetheless, may be by my own choice. There is also an unpleasant possibility that I could be taken forcibly. I’m not sure. In fact the whole point is I’m not sure of anything.This is part of the prelude to the novel, and what follows is, in many respects, a coming of age tale. A frank, moving, and colourful account of an eventful trip down the yellow brick road of life for a young girl in today’s world."And somehow mixed up in it all is the possibility of a strange race of people."Carla is a super-human, in other words she possesses what so many of us want, but what makes her truly remarkable is the way she grows to view the world around her - unselfconsciously content with being seen as ordinary, and totally uninterested in all the excessive emphasis on personal achievement that excites today’s society. And when this is combined with the fact that Carla’s personality is devoid of hostility, indifferent towards fame, wealth and importance, the sum is refreshing and inspirational.Carla’s distinctive qualities and the circumstances surrounding her determine her own mysterious quest. However, in a wider sense they can be looked upon in a metaphorical way - her peculiarities as individuality, and the shadowy mystery as the uncertainty everyone faces when they choose to follow their dreams.A forth coming sequel on the way.