I'm the girl that never blends in with the crowd. Something's wrong with me, even I know that.
I had to dye my hair a natural color, and every now and then I do touch-ups. I can't even remember what color my hair was originally, but I'm afraid to find out. I'm short, but very thin, with an extremely feminine build. I have a perfect tan and bright, red eyes. Doctors and my supposive family say it's because there is no pigment in my irises, and it's the blood cells that are showing through that give them the red color. Everyone else says it's because I'm a witch.
Before the life I had now,... it's black. There's nothing there. I can't remember anything before the day I turned... I turned... I can't remember how old I turned either. All I know is it was my birthday. My friends and family claim I'm eighteen, but I feel so much younger than that.
All I can remember in that blackness is two faces. One with grey skin, black hair, and orange eyes. The other with pale peach skin, whitish hair, and bright, almost hypnotic icy blue eyes. The two faces haunt me; not only in my dreams, but in any place I can see my reflection- water, mirrors, glass, and silverware that's been polished to perfection.
I hate that darkness. I hate it with a passion. I hate it when it's pitch black and you can't see a thing when the power goes out after frost has covered the electricity wires.
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Authors Note! :D
Ni hao! I decided to do a Rise of the Guardians fanfiction after Hong Kong took me to the movies to see it. This is a sneak peek for the story, later on it ail become the prologue.
There are two hints for who the two faces belong to! Just keep your eye for it!