Ok, I'll start by the beginning.
Technically, it's not the beginning since I don't remember it well but…let's say I'll start by the middle of it.
Hello, I'm Mary Eleanor Kingsley. Eleanor Kingsley is just fine, thank you. I'm eleven years old and I live on the Orphanage and Boarding School Diana's Future on Jacksonville, Florida. Besides this, I don't know who I am or what I am. All I know is that I'm not normal – but this is obvious; no one would write that if wasn't nuts.
But hey, I have some arguments to prove I'm not normal too, don't worry! First of all, you can ask anyone that had ever heard or spoke of me; what I've already said is their answer. Continuing, after what director James said, I was born and raised on this Orphanage. This should be enough for a tan like Hollywood stars, right?
Wrong. I'm not what they call Hollywood's actress, not at all. My skin is very clear and pale – it won't change even if I lie on the grass and wait for burning it (believe me, I've tried) – and comparing it to my dark eyes, I look like a foreigner, if not a ghost. (Blood Mary is like some smart people call me.)
Oh, another detail that they usually don't let go: my hair. Originally, it had a hazel tone or brown or whatever. It was normal. But since not so long ago, it has changed and it's already something to make fun of, and be worried about. What has changed so much about it? My boring hair changed into a more boring tone: the blonde. Not the pretty blonde some rich girls have, but the platinum, lifeless, almost white one. Like that wizard vampire thing, Draco Malfoy? Whatever, it looks like his hair.
Sometimes a few blonde strands show up, other times it covers the whole head but in the most times it's just some platinum lines lightening my dark hair. If I know how or why that happens? Of course not – like everything in my life – I don't know. Including my birth, by the way: All I know is that I was left on the place's door as a baby with a few hours of age.
But don't you think I'm done with the reasons, even if this looks more like a test (if these papers are lucky to end up on a teacher's hands, I expect more than an F). On the infinite list of abnormalities, there's one that's probably not so abnormal, but will be added anyway. I have fury attacks, and sometimes, and in these times, bad things happen.
As an example, I've felt the air tremble in front of me and this was never a good sign – not much different from the dreams, but that's thing for another chapter – and one of these attacks were caused by Lisa Rachell, a blonde, rich and snob girl that liked provoking me because I am an orphan.
(The most of girls from the Boarding School were rich. Delinquents forgotten by the parents on that damned place, but still, rich.)
She provoked me for days, and I just exploded. I called her dumb blonde, insolent rich chick and a bunch of other things that would make me spend a lot of time on detention. And she told about me to the Principal James – also Boarding School's Headmaster – and the woman suspended me for days. (She obviously wouldn't expel me and kick me out; she wasn't going to pay and look for another school for me.) So, when I returned to my normal schedules, the girl had dark circles under her eyes, and it seemed she was about to go mad over anything at any time.
When I asked her about it – imagining if she would strangle me – she just whined something about nightmares and dead people. She also said it was my fault, so when I prayed at night, I did it to hope what happened about her was done and that they could let go of her.
(Rachell never complained anymore.)