I've never considered myself normal. I certainly have every reason to feel so, ever since I was found on the ark as a newborn I've been an anomaly. When they tested me, it was found that I have absolutely no genetic markers, impossible, they said. No amount of testing and analyzing could change those results. They couldn't figure out who my parents were and where I came from. It shouldn't have been so hard being that everybody on the ark is accounted for. They didn't know what to do with me, but they also didn't want anybody on the ark finding out about me, the confusion was unnecessary. So I remained a mystery. Other than the fact that I have no genetic markers, I seem to have the physical factors of a healthy human female, all of my vital signs are stable. I'm also more healthy than I should be, I've never had so much as a cold, I never break a sweat, my skin is unblemished and unmarked, not even a freckle. The result of that is my inhumanly pale and perfect skin. I don't even have fingerprints. The thing that I find most staggering is my complete lack of body hair. Other than the hair on my head, eyebrows, and eyelashes, I have not a single hair on my body. Freaky. My body is not the only thing that lacks pigmentation, my hair is long, thick, straight, oh and white. White hair, just when they thought things couldn't get freakier. All the doctors and scientists couldn't figure out the base to my little quirks.

I've been kept in isolation ever since then, today marks sixteen years. They kept me in solitary for both my benefit and theirs, mine because I would be stared at and questions would be asked, and theirs because the origin of my birth is a mystery and the council find this fact humiliating so they decided to write my birth off as illegal. I accepted the fact that I would only live eighteen years long ago, I have nothing to live for so why be bitter.

Yet another mystery about be is that I learn things unbelievably fast. I've been able to read since the age of four and haven't stopped since then, the council allow me the luxury of reading however much and whatever I want. Other than an occasional visit from a doctor or scientist I've had no social contact. The only reason I'm able to read, write and all the other things is because the doctors and scientists were curious about my brain function and intellectuality. I don't mind it, they are nice enough. The only thing that truly brings me happiness is reading, day in and day out. It doesn't matter if the book is about physics, biology, or nature, I simply love taking in new knowledge.

Every morning I look in the mirror at my pale oval face with my sharp cheekbones and big aqua eyes and wonder the same thing who am I? Aqua, that's what they named me, because of my eyes. After my routine meal and glass of water I sit down and read, content with what my life is. Nothing exciting or surprising ever happens, so when my favorite doctor, Abbie, barged into my cell five minutes ago I was unfazed. Until she explained to me that the council is sending one hundred juvenile delinquents to earth, not only to save borrowed time for the ark, but also to find if it is habitable enough to survive in. I was stunned, but then she told me that they decided to send me along too. I was shocked. I'm still shocked as I sit in the drop ship staring at the cold metal bracelet on my wrist. And I realize for the first time in my life I feel hope, I'll finally be able to see all the things I've read about; trees, flowers, mountains, rivers. And if the radiation kills me, at least I'll be able to see a glimpse, that's enough for me.

I don't pay much attention to the commotion on the ship, until i realize i've never seen so many people in my life. I gaze around in wonder at the people around me. I suddenly realize that a few of the teenagers have started staring at me curiously "Freak!" somebody shouts out. I hear a few murmurs and even sniggers. I feel heat quickly rising to my face and I look down at my lap in embarrassment. "I think you're beautiful." I quickly look up in surprise at the girl sitting next to me.

I take in her long, warm brown hair and fierce crystal eyes and stutter out, "Y-you are t-too." I blush even harder at my fumbled words, but I'm glad that somebody is speaking to me. She gives me a friendly smile.

"Trust me, I know what it's like being called a freak. You seem innocent enough, what's someone like you doing on a ship full of criminals?" I was surprised she didn't ask me about my appearance but also relieved. She didn't ask me in an accusatory tone, more out of curiosity and concern.

"I-illegal birth…" I stammer looking down at my lap, red faced again.

This seemed to excite her though, "Really?" She gasped out, "So you have a brother or sister out there?"

"N-no!" I quickly correct her, she looked at me skeptically. "They couldn't s-seem to figure out who my parents were, I have no genetic markers so it wasn't possible to match me with anyone…" I trail off relieved that my stutter was going away. The girl whom I didn't know the name of looked at me disbelievingly.

"That's ridiculous! How can they-" Her voice was cut off by the harsh trembling of the ship and the crash of the three boys who were floating around. The trembling only got harsher and suddenly I felt a painful pressure against my skull and everything went black.