I was living on the streets most of my life. No home, no family. My parents died when I was two. I was walking across the street one summer afternoon, when a car in control by a drunk driver came speeding through the streets. I would have moved out of the way, if I hadn't tripped and dropped my bag. I scattered to pick up my things, but by the time I looked up, the car was too close, as I was about to accept my fate.....nothing happened.

I looked up, and saw that the car had been stopped by a girl with fiery red hair and purple alien clothing, and I was moved out of the way by a half man, half robot. Standing next to him was a green cheeta, and flying above the girl was another girl in a purple hooded cape. Putting the drunk man under arrest was a boy with spiky black hair, who, unlike the rest, hid his face with a mask.
"Are you ok?" Said the half man, half robot.
I nodded.
"My name is Cyborg, do you need any help getting home?"
"No, I'm fine" I said quickly. I didn't want these people who had just saved me to see my broken lifestyle.
"What's your name?" Cyborg asked.
"Lizzie" I answered.

...and that was the day that I met the Teen Titans.