Opal Winston was sleeping. Sleeping like she wouldn't wake up because it was the weekend, and she had all the time in the world to wake up. Somehow, she didn't choose to stay in her "coma" for long. She woke up, panting, sweating, feeling disgusting.
She held her head, the same head with two sides of hair. Her left side had white hair, dipped in gold at the tips. The right side was pure black with red tips. The funny part was that she was born with her hair like this. It was completely natural. Her parents had tried to dye her hair blonde like her auntie's, but within the next hour, her hair was the same as it used to be.
So then, her parents suggested hats. Baggy hats that could fit all of her thin hair inside of. Opal didn't like hats though. She gave them to random people while keeping the one that she had worn that day on. She would hide them too.
Once they were all gone, her parents bought her wigs. Lots and lots of perfect, shiny wigs.
She fell back in her bed looking at the ceiling. Her sweat was still dripping off her nose and chin like a nonstop waterfall. She sat up once again and stepped towards the closet doors.
She dressed out of her pajamas which were her PJ's from Christmas when she was 8. Opal was about to be 12 tomorrow and she knew her foster parents wouldn't care. That's all she was certain about.
She had 3 half sisters and 2 half brothers. She had one real brother and 2 adopted brothers. Opal was the youngest, which meant she was going to stay with Jeff and Gertrude for the longest time. The longest and most miserable time.
She tip toed downstairs because it was only 3 o'clock in the morning. She heard the pitter patter of the rain and determined to get on her rain cloak. As she slipped on her rain boots, the rain introduced thunder and lightning which flashed the nightmare back in her head.
"Ungh," She groaned.
She ignored it for the longest time when grabbing her bike and no helmet. She knew she wouldn't need it.
She raced down the road since the cars were resting towards the drenched field near her orphanage. She often found that she could relax when she was near her true home.
The spot was five miles away and Opal often found that she came there a lot when she couldn't sleep. She came there a lot in general.
She pedalled madly down the lane. Then everything went black.
