Blanca's POV
It was my first night away from home. I was tired of being called a freak because I didn't have a face. It's not my fault I was born this way.
I'd packed my bags, and left. I took the train to a neighbouring town, and I've been living on the streets.
I thought running away would help me get away from my problems, but at least back at home everyone at home was used to my strange appearance. Here, in this new, strange town, you would've thought I was from another planet. I could feel the villager's stares, every time I passed by. And when I went to purchase food, the cashiers always gave me strange looks.
You would think I would be used to it by now, but I wasn't. I was homeschooled as a child, so I never really saw many people other than my family until I was a teenager. I never really realized there was anything wrong with me until then.
I remember coming home from town one day, and after receiving one too many stares, I asked my mother "Why does everyone look at me funny?"
My mother looked very uncomfortable.
"Well..." she began. "Your appearance is a little unusual. It's just, well, most people have a, uh, face."
I ran to my room, tears welling up in my eyes.
Holed up in my room, I prayed to God "Make me normal. Make me normal!"
But, that was quite a few years ago.
Even now I feel uncomfortable in public places. The doctors could never figure out what was wrong with me. I was healthy enough, I just didn't look right.
But my face isn't the strangest thing about me. No, it's quite far from the strangest. At a young age, I found I had the ability to shapeshift. Yep, you heard me. I used it to make all sorts of mischief when I was little.
That is, until my mother told me I wasn't allowed to. In fact, there was only day a year I was allowed to use my ability.
April Fools Day.