Karabell the Misfit

by BrokenCowgirl16

No one was born this way. They were made by the gods only when they pleased them. So why am I different? I was born to a "bar maid" and a sales man who travels the world. This is my story.

*Chapter 1*

It's Christmas.

I HATE Christmas.

Last year I was bartered away to someone I thought I loved, only to find out that I was a simple distraction.

This year, I was dumped. It seems no one wants this misfit-where the hell is my island?

Hell, not even my coworkers want anything to do with me, and not just because of my bummed knee.

My name is Karabell. I have freak eyes and hair. Eyes made of emeralds. Hair made of caught rays of the sun. Simply put, I'm a freak born of nature.

The rest of my family has normal blonde hair, normal blue and brown eyes. They aren't made of precious gems or stones, their hair doesn't give off a light all its own.

They do hate me. All but my mother. She could never hate a single person on the world. Even after they beat her...