The Story of Marisa Coulter
A young girl named Marisa walked along the streets. She was at the age of 17, and living on the streets. This girl's daemon, still unsettled. Her parents were killed when she was only four, by a group of men. They would've killed Marisa, if she wouldn't have ran away. She had lived in an orphanage before, and it wasn't a very nice experience for her. She remembered it clearly. She was six years old.
In Marisa's small bedroom at the orphanage, Marisa stood by the window, her daemon a butterfly on her shoulder. A girl came up to Marisa, and pushed her. She cried out, as she hit the wall.
"What was that for?!" Marisa shouted at her.
"For being a little brat."The girl said in response. She was about to walk away, and Marisa grabbed her. The girl pulled away, and turned around, an angry look on her face. Marisa looked at her back, the same way, filled with rage and anger.
"Listen here, I'm going to get away from here. And I wont let people like you push me around. I'm tired of it. I hate it. I'm going to have power someday, and then you will tremble at my presence."Marisa said, and the girl just laughed.
"Yeah right! In your dreams! You'll be lucky if you get a buck."
"I hate you!"Marisa shouted at her.
"Same here."She responded nastily, and walked off. Her daemon was in the form of a tiger, growling fiercely. Marisa then sat on her bed, and cried. Her daemon went over to her, as a monkey, and comforted her. Two of the older girls came in, who were reaching 13.
"Hey, why are you crying?"Asked the girl, with the red hair. Marisa didn't answer. The other girl looked at Marisa's daemon, and thought to herself, then she asked curiously:
"Marisa? Why doesn't your daemon have a name?" She asked.
"Because, his name is my name. He is half of me. I am him, and he is me. So, he shouldn't have a separate name, now should he?"Marisa told her, and she nodded.
"You sure are a strange one."She said, and the red-headed girl shook her head.
"Don't mind her, Marisa. You're not strange you're just.....different." She said. Marisa kept her face away from them.
"Thanks."Marisa said, with sarcasm.
"Look, just go away. Please."
The red headed girl sighed, and nodded.
"If that's what you want Marisa."She said, and left the room. The other girl followed.
That entire month, Marisa never stopped thinking about how she wanted power, wealth, and fame. She looked out her window, and saw two women. Their daemons moving gracefully beside them as they walked. They were both dressed nicely, their hair in beautiful styles. Marisa gave a smile to herself. This is what Marisa wanted to be. She wanted to be like these women.
"I bet they have wealthy husbands....fine houses, all the riches in the world. I want to have that. Don't you?" Marisa said to her daemon.
"It looks nice."He said softly.
"It does."She said. They both stared out the window, and thought of how great it would be, to live the way those women did. Marisa wanted to be like them so badly. Exactly like them.