A/N: This story will be in the form of the main character telling her story, so the readers are the audience and essentially she is narrating her experiences as she views them. First fic, so constructive criticism is great, but no hate please. If you don't like it, don't read it. (But really I'm not gonna tell people not to read my own story, so read it)

Beginnings

When did I realize I was different? Surprisingly enough, it wasn't when I got shot and the bullet bounced off. But more on that in a bit. No, it was probably around five seconds before that, when I realized that I was the only person with hot pink skin (I'm not kidding, I'm literally pink), and short tentacles instead of hair. Not to mention my bright purple irises and the lack of any white in my eyes. Of course, when I was little I thought my appearance was completely normal. This was probably a result of my being raised in the wilderness with only my adoptive grandmother for company. With the innocence and naiveté that all children possess, I naturally thought that I was normal and she was the weird one. At the time, it never occurred to me to ask why I never got see the city or any other people, in the same way that someone raised in a cave would never think to look for the sun. The outside world simply didn't exist for me, and for good reason. Apparently people would react rather strongly to seeing a pink-skinned creature walking around downtown Orange Star City. Nevertheless, I had a mostly happy childhood, running around the woods near my house thinking they were the whole world and it was all mine. I probably would've continued thinking this if a hunter hadn't stumbled upon me one day and shot a twelve-year-old girl (that would be me, geniuses).

I was outside chasing a deer, trying to see if I could win a race. This was a silly notion, as I had no idea where the deer was going, and it had no idea it was part of the backwoods version of formula one racing. Nevertheless, there I was running as fast as I could (I later discovered this was pretty fast for Earth), when all of a sudden I heard the loudest noise of my whole life, and the deer fell onto its side. Being the helpful person that I am, I immediately sprinted to the fallen creature to see what had happened. As I approached I could hear the poor thing whimpering in pain, and I could see a whole in its side leaking blood. As I had had no contact with civilization, I had no idea that the deer had just been shot by a hunter until a man emerged from the brush holding a long metal and wooden stick. Naturally, when he saw me he shouted and raised the stick (a rifle, believe it or not) and pointed it at me. Of course, Gran had warned me what people would think if they ever saw me, though I didn't really listen at the time. So I frantically tied to convey my peaceful and non-genocidal intentions to this man. "Wait, I'm like you!" I tried to say, only I barely got as far as "I'm" before another tremendous bang rang out and I felt something poke me in the shoulder. I'm serious, that's all it felt like. Obviously, when he saw my reaction to being shot with a high-powered rifle, that hunter screamed and started running in the opposite direction as fast as he could (not really all that fast, to be honest). I couldn't really grasp the gravity of what had just occurred, and so of course I tried to chase after him to see if he could help me heal the deer. "Please, wait, what about the deer back there?" I called out. But the only thing I heard in response was, "It's all yours you freak, just stay away from me!" By the time I stopped wondering why I was a freak and remembered the deer, it was already dead. Now, I have nothing against doing what you need to in order to survive; I've hunted plenty of times myself when Gran was away in the city. But I didn't need the meat this time, and judging by the strange man's lack of effort to retrieve his prey, neither did he. This angered me, as the deer was innocent and didn't need to die. But there was nothing I could do. Dejectedly, I started running back to the cabin to see if my grandmother could explain to me what had just occurred. Despite my confusion and woeful lack of life experience, I could tell that my life was never going to be the same joyful, innocent experience again.

A/N: the first chapter is short, and the second one might be too, but they're just introducing plot and characters. The chapters will start to lengthen as they go. Thanks for reading!