Preface
I looked in the mirror for the first time ever. Or so it seemed. The new Mark stood out against my pale skin so much, I was glad my bangs half-covered it. I coughed. Looking at my hand, I saw there was blood. 'Crap,' I thought. I grabbed my suitcase. My aunt would be glad to find the note I left. She never wanted me here anyway.
Ever since I was little, my parents wanted me to model. I'm tall, curvy, and my long, straight, jet-black hair goes down to my waist. My eyes are a deep violet, my favorite part about me. I've never had much self-confidence, so when people told me I was pretty or beautiful, I ignored them. My skin is as pale as snow. My dad used to call me Snow White. So I finally took a modeling job. My parents got in a car crash on the way to the show and died.
I've never really adjusted to their death, which was three years ago. I'm 16 now. They would've loved to throw a birthday party for me, on my 16th birthday. My aunt didn't throw me one at all. She hates me. Always telling me I have my mother's wide, almond-shaped, slanty eyes. I suppose I remind her of her little sister too much.
So that's why, when I was Marked, I went directly home to pack my things. I left the house. I've saved up money since I was 14, and modeled a few times, to save up for a car. It's a mazda 3, black in color (I got it for $17,000. I technically owe them $5,000 still, but they said it didn't matter. I knew them personally, so they let me off easy). I drove for what seemed like hours to where I'd have to be.
The House of Night.