People talk about being unique and that unique is good. Well, how far does unique go? Is it just being different or is it being able to stand out for what you believe in? Whatever, there's being unique and then there's being me. When I was little I was never really aware of the difference but as I got older, it grew easier to see. My skin was paler and colder then everyone I've ever met and my eyes had a red-ish tint to them. It didn't seem like I was from the same planet as everyone else. Some things about me weren't normal, weren't human. Even before I started school, I could fluently speak English and French. Even my parents were freaked out about it and never allowed it in the comfort of our own home. I matured faster then anyone ever should of. By the time I was three I could pass for a six year old, easily. And that's when my parents disowned me.

My adoptive parents tried their best to give me a normal life. When they realized how fast I was growing, they tried everything they could to make me look as close as they could get to my age but I always felt stupid and childish. Imagine a twelve-year-old girl with pigtails and Dora the Explorer clothes. The only difference was that I was six years old and just looked twelve. When it finally got to the point where they couldn't hide it anymore, they started to home school me.

I know they were only trying to protect me for everyone and make me feel as normal as I would ever feel, but the only thing it did was confirmed my alien suspicions. The first time they home schooled me I thought it be great but all it did was make me feel like an outsider and wondered about my real parents. They could know why I was the way I am. Maybe my mother had the same eye color as me and maybe my father had cold skin too. I needed anything; at least a little bit of information to tell me who I was and who I was going to become. Asking Kevin and Clair, my adoptive parents, never helped. But, I tried again and again like always. Once, I threatened leave home and find them myself but that's when Kevin let it slip. My mother was dead and no body could find my father for about 6 years.

So, I'd never know what was wrong with me. Clair always said that there was nothing wrong with me and that I was just gifted. I didn't believe that, never did. I knew I was something more. But with my mother dead and my father missing, there was no way I would be certain for sure. I was stuck in my sheltered, unsure, and frightful life.

I sighed, shut the book I wasn't really reading and left my thoughts to get ready for the party my 'father' was planning. It mostly consisted of businessmen and their families. I'd be playing host for the children or young adults who came. I took my burgundy-colored gown off of the hanger and pulled it around me. The fabric flowed to the ground and gently hung off my every curve. I couldn't help but spin around and listen to the swooshing sound it made.

I heard the commotion downstairs and thought it was time to make an entrance. I hated these parties. My father would purposely hold these events, passing them as business parties, and would try to throw every eligible bachelor in the room at me.

I took a few deep breaths and then slowly walked down the grand staircase. Heads turned as my black-laced heels clacked against the cherry wooden steps. The blood rushed to my cheeks. It seemed as though the room fell silent, as soon as all eyes turned to me. I flashed them a fake smile when I was close to the bottom of the steps but just before I stepped off of the stairs, my heel caught on something and I tripped. Just perfect and it had to be while everyone was watching. Luckily, I caught and steadied myself before I actually hit the floor. Sighing I scanned the room for my father and I found him at the bar talking with some colleagues. His large build was towering over the majority of every other man around him. My mother stood next to him looking just as beautiful as always. Her medium length, blonde hair was curled back in a Hollywood style that made her look graceful. She had the attitude to match what ever she was wearing. My mother noticed me walking towards them and left my father's side to come and greet me.

"May, you look simply dazzling" She said smiling. She embraced me in a quick hug. "Come, meet the guys." I followed her.