I spun to look over my shoulder. I could swear someone called my name... yet they hadn't. My boots crunched on the snow, and I pulled my cloak tighter around me. Jake reached over and wrapped an arm over my shoulders, and I nearly screamed before realizing it was him... My hair flamed red in embarrassment.
It felt comforting to have him there, to have those ice blue eyes looking at me, almost like I wasn't totally alone... but I was. I was completely, totally, utterly alone. But you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? You have no idea what's happened to me, to my life, to who I am. So let me start at the beginning.
My name is Amber Arosabell Skyrose... I am 14 now, and I was marked almost a year ago. The tracker had walked into the middle of my English class, pointed at me, and Marked me. But there was something wrong with the girl who Marked me. Her forehead... it had a red mark on it, instead of a blue one. And she Marked me wrong. When I had felt the thing burned into my forehead, I knew something was wrong... When I looked in the mirror, the mark was emerald green and backwards... and glowed like fire. Jake had been Marked normally, with the normal blue mark.
We went to house after house, all of them turned me out and rejected me. I had known Jake sense I was three, and he wasn't about to let me go, and he went with me. I begged him to stay at one of them, but he followed me none the less- I knew he would be hurt without others, but he wouldn't listen to me. In retrospect, I was glad I had him. But I worried for him... what if something should happen to him? I would never be able to live with that... it would be my fault...
I had tried to ditch him several times at the houses, to escape in the night and never look back... but he always found me. His ice blue eyes cut through the darkness like lasers, and they always found me in the shadows.
I was utterly alone. Now, I was at the house in Oklahoma, and they had just turned me out. When I told the headmistress we had no where else to go, she caved and said she would book a plane to get us to some kind of Council or whatnot. She said there'd be other... odd... people there. The hope of not being alone flooded me, and I felt like I might not be so different, alone. I hugged Jake tightly as the airport came into sight.
"Here we go," I breathed.
