Inner Beauty
My family has a secret.
And, I'm sorry to say, that secret is me.
I know what you're thinking, 'How can a living, breathing person be a secret?'
And my answer is, well, I wasn't always.
So here's my story. But unlike most other people's, mine won't end up a sappy romance novel.
No, mine is a horror story.
When I was born I was disfigured. Not a hunchback or anything, but my hands look like claws, my face is messed up, my legs are too small, proportionally, and my hair is stringy and never gets clean.
I wasn't born quite that bad, but my 'condition' worsened as I grew older. By the time I was seven, I was 'complete.'
My family never let me out of the house. I never went to school, had friends, or even went through a drive-through. I will never drive a car, see a movie, or go on a date. All my life was spent inside my room, the dining room, or with my tutor. Even then, I sat behind a screen. There was a bathroom attached to my room, and my room was in a separate wing of the house, so there was no need for me to bump into a member of my family.
Speaking of which, I should probably tell you about them, shouldn't I? I mean, they are the ones who caused this story to happen.
I have a mother, a father, and two sisters. My father is CEO of a successful software company, and my mother is a lawyer. My sisters, Elise and Elizabeth, are both beautiful, blonde, athletic, academic, attractive, and perfect.
And then there's me: Evangeline Marcella Patterson; Eva for short.
The 'mistake.'
My family's dirty little secret.
I never believed I would be worth anything. I mean; my family talks to me through an intercom, for Pete's sake!
That is, until I met him.
A/N: Sooooo? What did you think? This was kind of the prologue. I know there weren't any of the characters in this one, but they'll definitely be in the next one. A bientôt, mes amies!