Two wide eyes stared back from the mirror, the irises clear and iridescent. Were it not for the faint veins condensed around the pupil his eyes might have looked as white as the pure sclera. The eerie eyes drew upward, and the boy reached his pale fingers to touch the colorless hair displayed in the reflection, straight and fine.
He heard a knock on the door. As the boy got up to answer, his appearance became like watercolors blending together on thin paper, the transition so smooth that the changes couldn't quite catch the eye. Before his hand had even touched the knob his hair was once more the mouse-brown color displayed in all the pictures of him around the house, the color of his father's hair if slightly more dull. It wasn't an eye-catching shade, but nothing about the boy stood out—ever.
He opened the door. "Seth," his mother said warmly.
"Hi, mom." He looked up at her with brown eyes. Brown.
"Time to go," she said gently, and he nodded, grabbing a waiting backpack from its place by the door.
The first day of school.
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Normal - 5 years