Is this a good start to my book?

I always knew there was something different about me. Everyone saw me odd. I was born with a birth mark of a star like kids draw, the type with lines connecting at the base of five triangles making a pentagon in the middle. My birthmark is on my left wrist, every time I go a new foster family they freak out because they think I have a tattoo. I live with foster families because my parents are not dubbed suitable to be taking care of a fifteen year old girl. You see my mother is insane. Or so they say, she screams crazy stuff like raising the dead and withes and dark magic and stuff like that. All I remember is the men in white jumpsuits taking her away when I was five. I went to see her a couple times and she babbled on about how when I turn sixteen my powers are gonna make the world mad. The doctors thought I was causing the nonsense so I can’t see her anymore. My dad, well that’s another story. He lived with me till I was eight then sent to prison. His crime? Trying to steal Michael Jackson’s body from the grave. I know. Crazy. So everyone thinks I’m gonna go nutters. Well not today sister! So now I fly from foster home to foster home. The family I’m with right now are all right. Cindy and Rob are who I am supposed to call my parents and they have two daughters: Bella and Kristen.