I bit my lip hoping to choke back the sob forming in my throat. I'm so tired of being so different than everyone else. My brown eyes glossed over, threatening tears I wouldn't let fall. Not here, not in front of them. Instead, I straightened my spine, threw my long blond hair over my shoulder, and walked out of the room, out the orphanage, out of the torture I'd been enduring for the past 16 years of my life. I had no records, no legal name, not even a trace to who my parents are. But here I am, leaving the only security I'd ever known. I, Harmony, am ready to start my life away from the mean girls who bully me every day. So what if I can't read like they can? I'm really good at a lot of things. Like, fighting. I seemed to be really good at that when I was younger. It seemed like I got in a new fight with a new victim every day. As I grew older, my self control grew and the fighting stopped. Although sometimes when I got really angry I'd walk to the gym down the street and do some damage to the torn up punching bag they had in the alley behind the building. I just kept walking, fingering the golden locket around my neck. The only connection I had to my parents. There was nothing inside of it though unfortunately. I searched the small golden heart to find any clue to who I was since I was old enough to walk. I was a rare case. I was given to the orphanage the day I was born by a gorgeous woman, who claimed to be a nurse. She said my mother died in child labor and that I had no other family, but she gave me a locket and said my mother wanted me to have it. You'd think my mom would've put some sort of picture or note in it...nothing. I tried to track the nurse down several years later, but it was like she never existed. She didn't bring any papers with me, so I have no leads as to where I belong. I only know my name is Harmony, because that was the name she gave the nuns who look after us. I never even received a last name.
Suddenly, I felt someone grab my upper arm. It was a boy, around my age, with gorgeous, purple?, eyes, and brown shaggy hair that fell right above his eyes. He was a good foot taller than me, and his arms seemed quite defined. In fact, I caught myself staring at his perfectly chiseled biceps before I worked up the courage to look in his strangely colored eyes.
"Harmony, you shouldn't have left the orphanage." His eyes were filled with a terror, the kind you might feel if you had a gun pointed at you, and you realized you just ran out of time.
"How do you know who I am?!" I demanded. This stranger, beautiful as he may be, was starting to terrify me.
"I am your protector, I was assigned to protect you, and you are in quite a bit of danger now that the human girls are no longer masking your scent."
"Excuse me?!" He began frantically trying to pull me back in the direction of the orphanage.
"NOOOOO!" I screamed, I began to fight against him, but he was so much stronger than I was. I did however slow him down quite a bit.
"Just please listen to me Harmony, I know things you just don't understand yet. You must go back." So the nuns must have hired him to keep the runaways from well...running away.
"Please! Don't take me back there. They're all so mean to me. I...I'm different than they are, I don't fit in." I began pleading with him. Pleading for my freedom. He stared into my eyes for what seemed like 5 minutes. He must've seen the complete horror I felt by the idea of returning to that hell hole, because he sighed.
"Fine. But that means we have to go to camp." He released his hold on my arm.
"Camp? Look, no offense, but I don't even know who you are, I'm definitely not going anywhere with you."
"I told you Harmony, I am your protector, and 'no offense' but you don't really have a choice in the matter. However, you may choose whether we do this the easy way or the hard way."
"I'll scream! You can't just kidnap me!"
"Its not kidnapping you if I happen to be saving you. And I'm your protector, trust me, your parents are JUST fine with me taking you to camp." The color drained from my face.
"My parents...my mother is dead, and my father wasn't in the picture." He laughed.
"No, your mother and father are both very much alive, I can tell you about them if you'd like. BUT, you have to comply to what I say, and you have to come with me to camp." I had nothing to lose, why shouldn't I go along.
"I'll comply to SOME of what you say, and you have to pay for everything." He shook his head and chuckled.
"They said she would be stubborn. Talk about the understatement of the century. You got it princess. Follow me." He led me across the street to a black shiny motorcycle. He handed me the helmet and revved the engine.
"Hop on Princess." He nodded to the back of his bike.
"Don't call me Princess." I said as I sat on the ride to my destiny.
