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Chapter1: Blue hair
There she was again. On the cold stone wall outside of Victors office. Victor would often watch her, the girl with the blue hair. She would be sitting there, on the wall, she always came around noon and would sit for an hour. Victor would even wait outside on his balcony with his two tortoises, waiting for the girl.
The girl was no more then 16 years of age, nor was she 12 or under. She must have been at least 15 or 14 years old, Victor had guessed. 'So young, yet not too young to get a job or make your own desiciens.' Victor thought. 16 was the common age for young people to start working in Venice. But according to the girls appearance, she had a wonderful paying job. She had a mishevous twinkle in her eyes which were a strange color, just like her hair. They were Purple. She might have been thin, but she had a pretty healthy glow to her skin, which was not a unhealthy pale.
She would come, set herself on the wall, dangle her legs from her sittng place, and with her courious purple eyes, she would watch the people of Venice pass under her feet. She would watch everyone, from noisy old ladies, to rich men who strode down the sidewalk dressed in shiny shoes and top hats, waving canes around. She watched like a cat watching a mouse. She would stare at the most richest men, or the woman with the largest pieces of jelwery. Victor had concluded that she might be a pitpocket, but so far, after watching the girl for more then a week, she was not. Well it wasn't like she was going to snatch a wallet or purse from a woman or man in broad daylight.
'Would she?' Victor had thought one day to himself, 'She looks like a very brave person'
At one in the afternoon, she'd jump down from the wall into the street, sometimes in a crowd of tourists, or in a large group of nuns, who would just hit the girl over the head with their rosarys. The girl would just smirk, press her hands togther has if she were praying, bow without breaking eye contact with the nuns, then turn around and dash down the street, dissapearing from the face of the earth.
'Where has this strange child come from?' Victor had asked himself this question many times, but was unable to answer it. No one had come to him, asking him to search for a girl with blue hair and purple eyes. She was a mystery to Victor and he despertaly wanted to find out who she was. The mysterious girl who sat on the wall.