"Different... She looks so different from the others."
"She actually looks pretty cool."
"Guys, talking about her is not helping... no matter how weird she looks..."
"But her eyes... her skin... Everything about her is strange..."

I was used to those words. Those words were not strangers. I'm a strange child, such a strange child. Everyone has told me that. Probably because there are not many people like me left in the walls. Especially living in Wall Sina, which where many richer live, and moving every now and then.

I have no one to look to and say: "Hey you seem like me." I have no one that understands who I am, or where I am from. I just appeared here, without knowing where I was from. I don't know how to communicate. I don't know how to create friends. I don't know how to laugh or live. I can't love.

"Manya! Come on out here, it's time to work!" Agis had called for me in his cheery, deep voic. I rubbed my eyes full of sleep, and groggily they opened to my daily reality. "Manya! Hurry! We got to get going!"

I had forgot all about it. Today, I was supposed to go with Agis, farther out in the walls. Why? I am called the daughter of an honorable merchant named Agis Borislav. My name, as you must know, is Manya A. Borislav. My middle name is Abira, though I do not know what it means or how I got it, but it's all I knew as a name until I became Manya.

I'm pretty different, if you have not noticed. You see, it is actually pretty rare to find someone with my skin color, I guess you could say. No one talks about it, they just say its strange how they are not many others like me. I am classified as what they would call African, with very light skin. Few have said that they have seen other Africans, and I mean very few. However, I have been the only one with lighter skin.

Maybe I am not completely African, maybe I am. I saw in a dusty book once that Africa, where people like me come from, is pretty far from the walls. Most people like me would maybe have been eaten by titans at this point, but I could not think that way. It was horrible to think that way about my classification. When I looked up more information, I could not seem to find anything, so I quit.

"Don't forget your satchel too!" Man, Agis loved to talk. He was my adoptive father, and both of us had come from the bottom. He was always anxious, and I had to accept that.

I shrugged on my baggy brown dress with frilled long sleeves, and put my black trench coat on. I wanted to wear some pants, but Agis would probably freak out. I put some pants on under the dress, just in case. It was hidden by my favorite dark tan boots, and of course my dress.

I grabbed my satchel and looked around. I could not believe that I was sleeping in such a nice inn. Usually they would not feel like home. I stepped out of my room, heading to the exit. "Thank you for staying." I heard a woman say.

But I kept walking, giving a little wave, because I did not want to talk. All people want is to see me react. Because of who I am, how I look, what is my background. But they should ask the question "What is my future?" Yet, they never will. Petty.

I walked outside to see Agis with his hands on his hips. His face screamed scary but sassy. His blue-green eyes stated me down as his brown ponytailed hair defined it. "You're late." He muttered. I nodded at him to say I knew. His face look defeated. "Let's just get going..." We set for the outer walls.

"So Manya, is there anything you want to eat?" Silence. "Manya?" Then he saw it too. Everyone was staring at us, looking down on me. They would never look one way on Agis, he was great. Everyone thought he was handsome and prosperous. That he was born that way. But I assure you, me and him are not supposed to even be alive.

Greetings! I was scared to make this, but I think it could go pretty well. I made this short on purpose to see if anyone would like it. Please give your thoughts so I know whether I should keep this or not! Bye! -MomoBrook