So far, everything I'd put together went something like this:

1) There was a freaky paranormal organization I've never heard of sending people to protect me from ruthlessly lethal demons bent on murdering me for absolutely no reason I could think of.

2) A dangerous duo of charismatic twin brothers—one of which is somehow related to me—had been sent to do the job.

3) A sparky (and sparkly) and daring new teen girl that takes bipolar to a whole new level and just maybe needs to check into an insane asylum, was acting like we had been friends forever—or were going to be. Which, though the thought was definitely interesting, scared me slightly.

4) All these things added up to a wonderful sitcom made specially by God for me, called: The End of My Normal Life as I Knew It.

God.