A/N Hello, I apologize for my grammar mistakes, I hope you'll forgive them. I hope you think this update is a little better.

Setting: England country side.

Date: some time in October

Forecast: Cold and Rainy

This story is about a Girl. If you saw her you would know that she was young. I doubt you would think another thing about her.

However if you knew her past life, I assure you that child would scarcely leave your mind. I have seen her, even met her, now I have to write her story or burst. That is why I am sitting here this night, I must write down these thoughts so I shall not think of them anymore.

Raven Arionia Smith was a small girl at the age of ten. Her hair was brown. She was no taller than four foot five or so, but this is not about her height or hair color, this is about her life.

It starts in a small cottage in the back side of the England woods. In this such cottage lived Raven, her mother, father, brother, and baby sister. For Raven, life seemed perfect, her mother and father loved her very much. She had a decent brother, and a lovely baby sister.

But the thing Raven loved most was her birthday. Each year she would curl up with her cat Whiskers and open her gifts one by one.

When they were all open she put them up on the shelf or in a bag by her bed. Raven would sit at the table, blow out her candles and fall fast asleep with thoughts of her new gifts. This is why Raven liked her birthday most of all. It's a funny thing that our story starts on the night before her birthday.

Raven was curled up in her bed awaiting her father to tuck her in. While she was waiting she felt like measuring herself in the mirror to see her height on the wall behind her.

As Raven got up, she glanced at her hands and her heart skipped a beat. The reason for this was her hand was utterly blue! And scaly!

Raven had never experienced frost bite, but if she had she would have thought of that first. Raven knowing that she was not to cold thought quickly of the cause. "I must be sick!" She said to herself in horror.

"Mother, please come quick!" "Coming my dear. Um, where are you?" "I am in my room!" Her mother walked in and smiled at her. "Why are you in here dear?" "Well to make tomorrow come faster" Raven said smiling. Then she remembered why her mom was here.

"Mom do I look blue to you?" Her mom smiled, "No dear you do not, why do you ask?" Raven was very confused, "Oh, no reason. I just thought the moon made me look blue." "Okay dear I will send your father in to tuck you in, I love you dear." "I love you too mother, good night." Later Raven was nodding off when she heard her father come walking into her room. Raven always did the same trick time after time. She would pretend to be asleep and her father would kiss her on the cheek and tuck her in then leave the room quietly as to not wake her.

But, before she could pretend to be asleep, her father had drawn his side gun, which he always carried, and pointed it at Ravens bed and shouted, "Hey you creep! Yes you blue fish. Where is my daughter?" Raven was shocked, OH NO! Her hands were blue again, and this time she saw that her hair was RED.! "Get out you thing now!" yelled her father. Raven jumped out of her bed and she now saw that her whole body was blue and scaly.

Her father just stared for a moment then pointed his gun again and fired. Before it hit Raven she had ducked out of its path and jumped out the window.

While she was in the air things seemed to be in slow motion. Raven had done a flip and landed right side up on the ground and ready to run, and she was sure glad she was still able. Because right as she landed her father had run to the door and was coming after her shouting unfavorable words that were not allowed to be spoken in the house.

Raven knew that if she did not run her father would finish her right then and there. So she ran as fast as she could and sped down the path into the woods without looking back at her lovely home which held her gifts that she might have gotten.

But now she was a loner, a cast out and not welcome even at her own home! As Raven ran, she started to cry. How could her father not like her anymore? How could he try to shoot her? She did not know. But the only thing she knew right now was she had to run and keep running till she was far far away. Later that night, it must have been about eleven or so, Raven stopped running and looked around. She saw a small village nearby and headed towards it.

There might be someone like her there that would take her in. "If only" she repeated over and over to herself. "If only I could find a home, if only I were never born!"

Raven walked slowly up to the town gate and stopped, "somehow this town will help me, and somehow I will be alright." Raven sighed to herself and slowly passed through the gate to the old broken down town that might hold her life saver.

"IF ONLY," she said one last time as she entered the nearest shop.

A/N Hello, I hope you like it, and I want to thank you all who have reviewed my story. You were very helpful and I wanted you to know that you really helped me. THANK YOU!

Raven o/A