Chapter one.
A shiver went over Zoe as she was sitting in her basement. She looked around and looked for the cause. She felt as though someone was watching her. Zoe was only thirteen and she had brilliant black eyes. Normally her hair was up in a neat pony tail but today it was down hanging in her face. Her hair like her eyes was dark black with streaks of purple in them.
Normally Zoe would sit alone in her room typing away at her computer RPing with whoever would RP with her back. She smiled coolly as she saw her cat Tizzy licking her arm like she always did. Zoe brushed the hair furiously from her face. She smiled again as she was reading an email her best friend Jack said.
Zoe was two years younger then Jack but they were best friends and did like everything together. He even took Zoe to her first fair. They met in school in home room. Zoe looked around and stood up. She was sitting in her room. It was painted black with gray smears. Her carpet however was a mint green color. Zoe's room was quite messy actually. She didn't like cleaning she thought that it made it harder to find everything.
It was the summer. She was still a middle school girl and hated it. Zoe was in 8th grade now and the top of her school. She loved reading writing and drawing even though she wasn't good at the last two. Her drawing normally consists of people from her favorite books, and sometimes people she knew in real life.
Labels were horrible. Instead of labels there a way of life to Zoe. She personally wasn't much into being called what she was called. She couldn't do anything about it though people shout it down the halls at her "freak" "Goth" "emo" "homosexual" after a while she learned to tune it out. Nobody could stop her from dressing how she wanted acting like she wanted and loving whoever she wanted.
Zoe like everyone else in the world had dreams. She always wanted to move to London. She really had a thing for London boys. It was something about there faces something about how they acted. Maybe it was just that all the American boys Zoe knew was Demo derby beer drinking hicks. Something about how London boys are more sophisticated. Both in the way they act and the way they dress. At age eighteen Zoe wanted to move there. Forgetting her family, friends, and America. She hated it here people were crude to her and she just wants to start over.
She trudged upstairs. Zoe was very narcissistic and very spoiled she got what she wanted when she wanted it. Her parents always made a fuss over small things like having dark hair.
Zoe walked into the kitchen like always her cat Tizzy was walking around her feet. She bent over to pet her ginger kitten when she looked out side the door. There was a small black puppy dog sitting by the door but not coming in. she stood up high too look at the puppy. "He didn't look dangerous but he might be." She thought in her head.
Walking over to the door forgetting to pet Tizzy annoyed the kitten and she stormed off. Zoe ignored her bratty kitten and opened the door. The puppy just sat there looking at her. It had short black hair and big black eyes. Something reminded Zoe about the puppy it somehow looked familiar to her. She bent over to pick it up the shaking puppy but it ran off. She sighed and turned she couldn't quite think of how she remembered that dog. It had something to do with its eyes. There depth went down to the soul deeper then you could think.
For example when Zoe was in 5th grade she realized that most shallow mean people she knew had a tainted soul. There eyes were icy blue. But for people to have dark eyes meant more to Zoe then any other color. For her green eyes said you could trust them but hazel was unsure. She always went with what she thought. Wither it could get her in trouble or keep her out.