DOVE
All through her life, Lillian Williams had been known as a weirdo. She was different. Even her parents didn't care about her. She felt as if she had nobody in the world. Not a single friend. Nobody to love her. Nobody to hold her hand or nestle next to her when she cried. She was lone wolf weirdo. She always had been and always would.
Lillian hated her name. So, due to the way she looked, she called herself Dove.
Dove was a beautiful young girl. She was just too weird for everybody.
She had pale white skin and small pale-ish pink lips.
She was tall for her age, as well as very skinny. Some of her peers thought she was anorexic.
The most puzzling thing about Dove though, was her hair and eyes. Her hair was a solid white. It wasn't dyed at all, but most say she dyed her hair. Dove's eyes were peculiar. They were a misty gray with a touch of gold. It always looked as if a wave of hazy fog was settling over her eyes.
What made most people laugh at her though, was what she loved most. Transformers. She had the merchandise, the DVDs, the toys, shirts…everything. People made fun of her because she was in seventh grade. She should have outgrown something such as a silly cartoon like Transformers. Dove didn't listen. She didn't care.
Dove felt that all she had was Transformers and God.
People even made fun of her allergies and asthma. It made her want to rip them apart. Unfortunately for her, that was illegal.
They laughed at her grades too. She always made straight A's. The principal said she was the smartest child on campus. So, everyone thought she was a cheater. Dove just knew there were stupid and envious to compliment her. Poor idiots.
So, she spent her days doing schoolwork, praying, watching, reading, or playing with Transformers. Or crying.
Sometimes, Dove wished she could slit her wrists. She hated to be suicidal, and felt afraid to die, but she just wanted to escape from her nightmare of a life. She could never bring herself to end her life, though. She always brought the knife to her wrist, shaking and sweating with fear…only to drop the knife.
So, basically, Dove's life sucked. She hated it. She felt she had two options: kill herself or run away. She made that choice very quickly.
I'm sorry that the prolouge was so short. It was just telling you who Dove is. I'm working on the real chapter now! Bet you can't wait! :)