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Hi! So, um, this is my first ever fanfic, so I'm not really sure what to write in the author's note. But still, please comment on what you think of this story and if you have any ideas, please please pleeeease let me know them! Although, they would only be small ones since I'm sticking to the original lyrics. But there can be minor adjustments. Oh, and feel free to ask any questions. Anyways, enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the storyline or characters in this story.

Daughter of white

Chapter 1

The village

I have this little habit that I've been doing for a long time now. In fact, I can't really remember a time not doing it. Except of course, when my dad was still alive.

I keep repeating this phrase over and over to myself. I keep on apologising for being alive.

Oh, I'm sorry. I should probably introduce myself first. My name is Haku. I may be an outcast, but I still have a name. If you're wondering why I'm an outcast, it's because of my hair.

I know it sounds weird to you, but it isn't to me.

I live in a small village, on the outskirts of my country. Everyone here has the most beautiful green hair. No matter who you were, your hair always cascaded down your head in soft locks, shining in the sun. I was always so envious of everyone, even my father. He was always the one I admired the most.

I'm an outcast because of my hair. It has a dull white colour, and falls lifelessly down my back.

I grew it long to make up for the lifelessness of my hair, but it just ended up getting in the way.

My father insisted that I kept it long as he thought it looked beautiful. 'Unique' he called it. So I tie it back with a violet ribbon. It adds a little colour and shine, but not much.

I am always complaining softly to myself, complaining about who I am. I have a meaningless existence.

You see, my mother was a foreigner. My father, a local. She came on a trip to get away from work for a month or two. She worked as a maid in a manor. She met my father in a small cafe while he was taking orders behind the counter and brewing coffee.

My mother order her drink and my father asked if she was new in town as he hadn't seen her face before. Soon they were talking like they were old friends.

She fell for him and him her. They were married and mother quit her job and moved to our small town.

After a year and a half, I was born, but my mother died shortly after birth. So my father and I lived alone for a while.

When I turned six, my father died in a huge accident where a bridge collapsed. He was walking over it and it just tumbled down. There were also two children who were playing in the small creek underneath the bridge who died.

There was a big funeral that almost everyone came to.

One of my aunties took me in for a while begrudgingly until I was old enough to get a job and a small inherit the small house my father and I lived in. So now, I live alone.

I have found a job in a small laundry. I stay in the back and was the clothes. My boss won't let me come out to the front. But I get enough money to survive, and if I save enough money, I can buy a new dress I have been looking at for a while. But that day won't come very soon.

But now at least you know about me. This means I can tell you the rest of my story. But not yet. I have to go to work.

So, what did you think? I'm not sure how I did since it's my first fanfic. Wow. It feels so good to finally have this posted.

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