Snow. Snow is the one thing everyone can know about. Weather they have seen it or not, we know the characteristics about it. Cold, wet, white, plain. Yet, so very beautiful and everyone has some respect for it. Though, I am cold, I am white, and I am plain... no one seems to have respect for me. My hair as a strange shade of amaranth and my eyes have an emerald shading to them. My skin is very pale and seems cold to the touch. I am human, mind you, and not one of those gay vampires from Twilight... no. they are more eccentric than I, and thought I hate them... people respect them more than they seem to even acknowledge me. Ever since I can remember, I have been an orphan.
Though I am an orphan, I seem to transfer quite a bit throughout different orphanages that have their own schools within them. Granted, I am a genius, I don't know why I keep transferring. It's really annoying. I always have tried to make friends but that would probably be bad. Since I keep moving, if I make emotional ties with someone, it would be harder for me to let go of them when I must say goodbye. That's why I've always been alone. I've always been bored, with nothing to challenge me or to push me to my limits, nothing to keep me on my toes. Everything is boring and dull for me.
That's why I love the snow.
Although it's got a boring appearance to it, it's anything but. With just a little but of work, you can do just about anything your mind can think of with it. Snow forts, snow fights, snowmen/women. You can shove it down someone's coat to make them squirm while trying in vain to get it out. I've never done any of these things. Because I'm a lone genius weirdo in my own world.
My thoughts were interrupted by a small knock on the door as well as a muffled voice wafting through.
"Maki, c'mon. It's time to leave. Your new destination is Winchester, England. Your new and final home shall be the Whammy house." Miss Jane was how I always referred to her as. She was the only one who seemed to show a little compassion towards me. Unfortunately that's not the same as respect.
"Yes, Miss Jane. Hold on a moment." I sat up and made a quick grab for my hat, for I did not want people to think I was more of a freak than I already am.
For I am also a neko.
Oh, those stupid ears! I hate them so much. always a pain being scrunched up in my hat. Not to mention how sensitive they are... darn it. I sprung off the bed and dashed for me bags, ready to finally be done with all of this moving. I didn't have all that much, so my bags weren't heavy at all. I only had two; one for my books and laptop, and another for my clothing. I think I might miss this orphanage a little, if at all, for these people were somewhat kind to me. Probably because I was new.
Putting on my green Hooded jacket, I put on my sneakers and leaped over to the door. Quickly opening it, I found Miss Jane smiling warmly at me, her smile going up all the way to her eyes.
"Ready to go? Have everything you need, dear?" She asked kindly, while looking past me and into me room.
"Yes, mam." I looked up at her with my large, cat-like eyes. Some people thought it was creepy, but Miss Jane thinks it's the most adorable thing she's ever seen. She's also the only other person who knows about my being of a neko.
"Your cab is outside to take you to Winchester. I will miss you greatly, Maki. I hope you have a safe trip and that you can make some friends for yourself. Go and get a move on to your new home. There will be an escort to tell you about The Whammy's House when you arrive. His name is Watari, and he's a kind old man. Goodbye and have a safe trip." She said all of this with a sad she must have thought of me as a family of some sort or she's a very goo actress. I hope it's the former.
"Yes Miss Jane, I will miss you as well. Goodbye and treat the others as well as you have treated me. Thank you for all of your kindness and generosity " With that, I stepped down the hall to the front doors of the small orphanage. Walking swiftly, I made my way to the cab and opened the door. Throwing the bags in the other side of the car, I jumped in my seat. Looking up, I saw a kind pair of eyes directed towards me from the front mirror.
"Winchester, England is nearly two hours away, miss. Please make yourself comfortable during the drive." Although the driver's voice was husky, he had a warm tone hidden in there.
"Yes, sir. Thank you." I pulled out a book from my bag and read. Hamlet was a classic for me. Being ten and reading Shakespeare probably startled most people, but I don't mind that much. As long as I'm engulfed in the words that travel gracefully across the page, I barely even notice my surroundings. I didn't even notice as the driver started the car along the street, causing the engine to purr. I didn't even notice as we pulled off, that there was a shadow behind a tree that moved behind as to not be seen. I didn't even notice that after and hour and a half that the driver asked me if I was hungry. All I noticed was how much of a genius Shakespeare was with a pen and paper along with his own brain.
Unfortunately, I can relate to him.
Because I am a lone genius.