Hello Jurassic World readers! This is my first foray into this genre. I'm a huge Lin-Manuel Miranda fan. Hope you enjoy this.

I guess when your mother creates a copy of herself using her own DNA, you don't really have a father. It's a curious thing, realizing you're really not your own person. Everyone else in this world is a unique person. I am my mother. A re-do at a shortened life.

If I am my mother, am I bound to repeat her mistakes? Will I die young?

I shouldn't have to ponder these questions. I'm fifteen years old. I should be wondering about what college I'll go to or what boy I want to date. The dating thing is basically non-existent, living out in BFE with my foster parents. I have to go to school online, so there's basically zero chance of ever meeting a boy.

So, to sum it up - I'm a clone of my mother, I'm an orphan, and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with no escape. Yippee.

Since last year, Owen and Claire had started fighting more and more. In the tiny little cabin we called home, the walls became pretty tight with tension. Finally, Owen ended up moving out to an even tinier cabin 5 miles away. So now I float between the two of them. I mostly try to stay with Owen because, let's face it, Claire is a worry wart and won't give me an ounce of freedom. At least Owen seems to have some semblance of sympathy for me.

I get why she worries. I was kidnapped last year and they had to come find me. But that was a whole year ago. I highly doubt the same people would try to snatch me and Blue for a second time. At least now I'm learning to drive. Owen is teaching me since Claire doesn't have the nerve. Goodbye, bike. Hello, Jeep.

Of course it has to be a stick shift. So on top of just figuring out driving, I have to learn the gear shift changes as well. Owen's a saint for how much patience he has with me.

"Okay, foot on the brake," he told me as we sat idle on one of the nearby roads. It gets hardly any traffic, so it's a good place to learn. I followed his directions. "Good. Now move it into first gear."

I strangled the stick until it found the 1. "Keep your left foot on the clutch. Slowly let go of the brake."

I slowly, steadily followed his directions. So far so good.

"Alright, now as you release the clutch, slowly start to accelerate," he explained. This is where I kept having trouble. Opposite movements at the same time. It was like trying to scratch your head and rub your stomach. My foot pressed down too quickly on the gas and we lurched forward. I immediately slammed on the brakes, causing us to jolt to a stop again.

"Okay, okay," Owen tried to sound encouraging. I wasn't sure I'd ever get this. Why couldn't I live in the suburbs and be learning to drive in a Honda Civic? "You're good, just try again."

We went through the steps again. I got about ten feet this time, still jerking but at least making progress. Just as I was starting to feel a slight bit of confidence, a baby raptor ran across the road right in front of us. I slammed on the brakes again and we both gasped. No matter how many times I see it, it's still hard to get used to seeing a raptor in nature.

"Okay, that's probably enough for today," Owen announced, letting out a breath. "Put it in park and I'll drive us home."

Since we were out in the middle of nowhere, we didn't really have any formal arrangement about custody between Claire and Owen. Officially, they were both just my foster parents. As I said, Claire is a bit high-strung for me sometimes, so I tend to spend most of my time with Owen. He's more like an older brother most of the time unless I do something really stupid.

A few minutes later, we're home. It's basically a huge one-room cabin, much like the one we used to share with Claire. We both have our corners with our privacy curtains. There's a couch, a table and chairs, and a small kitchen. One tiny bathroom, and that's about it. Not much privacy for a teenage girl, but it's all I need.

"I'll start dinner," he tells me as I throw my backpack onto my bed. I look over my shoulder to see that he's busy and make my way out the back door onto the porch. After stepping down the three steps, I make my way through the wooded area behind our cabin until I find the small wooden fort. I glance again back at the house and hear pans crashing around. Coast is clear.

Down on my knees, I peek inside and find my treasure - a nest of two huge dinosaur eggs. The heat lamp I've managed to rig to our cabin's power shined down on the speckled ovals. I'm not completely sure what they are yet, but I think they're raptors, which is amazing. I've been with Owen plenty of times and know how to train and take care of them. If I could be with them from birth, I know we'll have a really special relationship.

I know their mother is gone. I came across the nest a couple weeks ago and the mother was dead - half eaten. I was surprised that whatever got her didn't also take the eggs. Now they're mine and they're my little secret. I take out my phone and pull up my Spotify. Believe it or not, you can find dinosaur sounds. I play raptor sounds, hoping the babies can somehow hear it and know they're taken care of.

There has to be a better way to mimic a mother. And I'm not sure what I'm going to do once they hatch. They need to learn how to be a raptor and how to hunt in order to survive. These raptor babies could go for millions on the black market. All sorts of rich people with more money than sense would love to raise a raptor from birth to show off to their friends. I want to keep them safe here in the wild. If Owen finds out, he'd have them sent to a sanctuary where I'd never see them again.

I speak to them softly, which probably isn't the brightest thing. But maybe they'll recognize my voice when they're born and be attached to me.

I get lost in time, handling the eggs, talking to them, adding some leaves around them for warmth. Before I know it, Owen's calling me in for dinner. Chicken and green beans.

We sit together at our small table as the sun begins to set. "Whatcha doing out there?"

I just shrugged, trying to act naturally. "Just hiking around."

"Got much homework tonight?" He asked.

Homeschool was such a drag, though I'd had to do it most of my life. I'd always been relatively isolated, so I probably had zero social skills, especially with boys. My trips into town were my only opportunity to speak to anyone other than Owen and Claire.

"Not much," I told him. The truth was that I barely paid attention to my school work. It was boring and what was the point? I did enough to get into college so I could get the heck out of here. I knew I needed a degree in some sort of biology or science to continue to work with animals and dinosaurs.

"I can take you to Claire's tomorrow afternoon," he told me as he stabbed a couple green beans.

I groaned and I could sense him looking at me. He knew I didn't like to stay with her.

"Problem?" He asked me.

"She doesn't give me any space," I complained to him.

"She wants to spend time with you," he told me.

"Well I don't really want to spend time with her," I told him honestly. "Surely you understand that."

Owen looked down and I knew I'd struck a nerve. He and Claire had been on again off again for years at this point. Even before I came along. She was tolerable when Owen was around, but one on one she was a nightmare. If they would quit being idiots and get back together, this could all solve itself. But they never asked me. No adults ever ask me anything.

"That's not fair," he told me. I sighed, wishing I'd bit my tongue. Owen got up with his plate as I twirled around a piece of chicken on my fork.

"Dishes," he told me simply, and then he wandered outside. I watched him to see what direction he was heading. Nowhere near the nest, luckily. I'd picked the spot because it was away from any paths and hidden by several trees.

I took a few more bites of my dinner and then took it over to the tiny sink, where the day's dishes had piled up. Silently, I did my chore, dreaming that one day I'd get out of here.