Chapter 1 ~ In Fortune or Misfortune?
Ella Rose was never an ordinary girl. But, to understand Ella's unfortunate story you would need to understand Ella's childhood, even when she was born the most unfortunate child anyone had ever seen, no one knew why...
Ella had long dark brunette hair with hints of black that fell from her head to her waist. It was always straight so she never needed anything to tame it. Although most peoples' hair is messy when they wake up, hers never was, it just hung as flat and straight as ever. Her eyes were indeed a strange and mysterious thing to see, though they were not widely spaced nor too close, it was the colour of them that entranced people. They were dark brown flecked with shades of tan and the usual colour of obsidian that would make her eyes appear as if she were never always there. Her eyes would change frequently. One day she could have black eyes then the next a light auburn the colour changing with her mood. Many children thought that she was a witch so they steered clear from her or anything to do with her. All the same they were curious about Ella but that curiosity was well contained and they still kept away from her.
She was an orphan who had been abandoned more times than all the birthdays in a year! No foster parents liked her: her with a tendency for near death experiences. Although she was a kind sweet girl, no one was willing to foster her for very long, not after they found out her secret. Not a single day passed without a near death experience. Once when she was a very young baby she was almost crushed to death by a bookcase! It was fortunate that the minder noticed what was about to happen and moved Ella before it crushed her, though she quit the job soon after, unwilling to be near Ella. She could be considered lucky if you thought about all the times she survived and the different experiences she had but it seemed that all the experiences she had been to do with death. What an unfortunate child she was!
At the age of thirteen she was just about fed up. Fed up of the same dank orphanage, which she was always sent back to, fed up of it all, but most especially fed up with 'her curse', as she called it. She'd never really had a friend, not even a close friend to confide in, not one. All the other children were wary of her and afraid to come near her for the fear of them being next, next to die...