ALL WORK IS BASED OFF OF J.K. ROWLING'S "HARRY POTTER", AND ALL CREDIT GOES TO HER. Rated K at the moment, but later chapters will probably be T or M.
Preface
"But mommmyy… why's her hair purple?" asked a grubby little baby, strapped to her mother's shopping cart.
"Shh Abby... It's not polite to point"
Abby subsequently threw a tantrum, sending 2 boxes of Mac and Cheese flying.
Raewyn on the other hand was being dragged along by her mother, forced to go shopping at the local Wal-Mart. Trotting as best she could behind her Mum, Raewyn wondered why indeed she had purple hair. It had been like that since she was just a baby, and whenever she tried to ask either of her parents about it, they quickly shushed her, and replied that she was special. Special. God, she really and truly did hate that word. Teachers called her that. Counselors. Friends. Family. She remembered, looking up the definition in a dictionary once, when she was about 5.
"Special: Adjective, Made for a specific purpose, or unusual"
Yup, that's what most kids called her at school. "Unusual" or more commonly "freak". Once, Charlotte Sinclair, and Bobby Fergal stole a Sharpie from the teacher's desk, and wrote "freak" on her backpack.
"Raewyn" her mother snapped, "I've asked you twice already to help me load the groceries onto the checkout counter."
"Oh… sorry Mum, only thinking"
Raewyn reached into the shopping cart and grunts as she lifts a bag of apples onto the counter.
"Interesting hair color there. I died my hair purple once, but it didn't end up so well." The clerk chuckled.
"Oh, I don't dye my hair, it-" Raewyn started before being sharply cut off by her mother.
"Raewyn dear, we shall be going soon, would you help me put the groceries back in the cart?"
Raewyn sighed, used to her mother stopping her from talking about her hair, and loaded the produce back into the cart.
Her mother absolutely hated talking about Raewyn's hair. Whenever the subject came up with complete strangers, she would often change the subject, as quickly as possible.
Groceries loaded in the trunk of the car, Victoria Green wiped the sweat of her forehead. It was much too hot to be outside. She started the car, as Raewyn leaned back her chair and stared out the window.
"Raewyn dear," Ms. Green began, "I know you don't like your hair very much, but I think that it-"
"I know, I know. Makes me look 'special", Raewyn answered, wrinkling her nose when said the word. As she stared outside at the beautiful green landscape, she twiddled absentmindedly with her hair. Her father joked it was the most shocking moment, when she was born, and the first thing he saw of his only child, was a brilliant flash of purple. Her middle name, originally going to be Anne after her Great Grandma, was quickly changed to Violet, after the color of her hair.
Feeling the car stop, Raewyn looked out the window. Sure enough, they were home. So much for home, more like the perfect family's house. There was a great looming mansion, tons of yard space, and a cute pond with minnows, a water fall, and a surrounding garden. They even entered through a large silver gate in order to enter their estate.
Raewyn jumped out of the minivan, and trotted over to the front door, ignoring the still open car door behind her. She pressed the doorbell, and the doors were opened.
"Hey Pete". Raewyn said, nodding slightly towards the doorman.
Raewyn scurried quickly up the steps, into her room, and quietly shut the door. The bright yellow wallpaper gave her a head ache, and she plopped down on the window seat, overlooking the estate. She grabbed her favorite stuffed animal, and held him close. Although her house had many servants, she felt more alone than ever.
Hey guys! I really don't like how this story begins, but I'm quite busy at the moment, and decided it was probably best to just upload it now, and edit it later. Please, please, please critique! I never start my stories very well, so if you think anything could be added to make it better, please tell me! I know this is short, and the ending is a bit rushed, but like I said, I'm very busy. Thank you VERY much for reading it, I hope you like it!
-Raewyn Green