Growing Up
I had been around for a long time. Too long, if you ask me. I've lived to see everyone I love die. Then I would find new people to love, only for them to die as well. They would grow old,
while I stayed young. It seemed that after I turned twenty, I just stopped ageing. Throughout most of my life, I grew up among the poor people in the small town I called home. I had
a normal childhood for the most part. In the morning to the late afternoon, I would attend the local school. Of course, the other children made sarcastic remarks about my appearance. Their parents weren't any better, in fact they were worse, they would look at me as if I were some sort of demon. They even went as far as to accuse me of witchery. Well, I always tried to ignore them, and act polite, but this seemed to only feed their hostility.
As the world changed, so did the people around me. They began to notice that I was very different from them indeed. My hair, was a very deep red, blood red. My eyes, were a clear emerald, with flecks of gold, and underneath each, were the same dots as my father had. My ears, were pointed. Also, I had more ear piercingsthan were considered the 'norm' by far, I had three at the bottom, and one at the tip, of each ear. On my right arm, also, I had a black raven tattoo whose wings encircled my arm. All of these, I had had sense before I could remember.
I was the most athletic girl around for leagues. I was the fastest runner, highest/longest jumper, and was the best in archery. I could do any of these things for hours on end with out getting winded or the lease bit sweaty. I had lived with many adopted parents, most of them though, didn't exactly know what to do with me. but then, then there was this one that I got real attached to in the late 1900's to early 200's. Don't ask me how or why, because I don't know. Well, they sent me away to a college. It didn't seem like a bad idea, and they said that they would pay for it, so, I went. I guess all they really wanted to do was get rid of me...
I had been around for a long time. Too long, if you ask me. I've lived to see everyone I love die. Then I would find new people to love, only for them to die as well. They would grow old,
while I stayed young. It seemed that after I turned twenty, I just stopped ageing. Throughout most of my life, I grew up among the poor people in the small town I called home. I had
a normal childhood for the most part. In the morning to the late afternoon, I would attend the local school. Of course, the other children made sarcastic remarks about my appearance. Their parents weren't any better, in fact they were worse, they would look at me as if I were some sort of demon. They even went as far as to accuse me of witchery. Well, I always tried to ignore them, and act polite, but this seemed to only feed their hostility.
As the world changed, so did the people around me. They began to notice that I was very different from them indeed. My hair, was a very deep red, blood red. My eyes, were a clear emerald, with flecks of gold, and underneath each, were the same dots as my father had. My ears, were pointed. Also, I had more ear piercingsthan were considered the 'norm' by far, I had three at the bottom, and one at the tip, of each ear. On my right arm, also, I had a black raven tattoo whose wings encircled my arm. All of these, I had had sense before I could remember.
I was the most athletic girl around for leagues. I was the fastest runner, highest/longest jumper, and was the best in archery. I could do any of these things for hours on end with out getting winded or the lease bit sweaty. I had lived with many adopted parents, most of them though, didn't exactly know what to do with me. but then, then there was this one that I got real attached to in the late 1900's to early 200's. Don't ask me how or why, because I don't know. Well, they sent me away to a college. It didn't seem like a bad idea, and they said that they would pay for it, so, I went. I guess all they really wanted to do was get rid of me...