"Mama," I cry out. "The other kids call me a bastard freak! Why?" Although I am of the age of ten years, mentally, I am much older. I have a few sisters and a brother, yet I look like neither mother nor father, although at times my eyes do resemble mama's. For one thing, my eyes are quite odd. Deep-set, they can only be seen in the dark, and that's when they shine a fierce gold, although at times they will flash a vivid, startling blue. These "flashes", however, only occur when I am feeling particularly intense emotions, which, thankfully, does not happen all that often.
"Rayne, you must learn to ignore those people. They do not know how special you really are, and are therefore quite jealous. Now go wash up; we are having a guest over for dinner tonight. I believe you'll really like him," mama says while making the gesture for "go on now". I wonder who the guest could be? It must be someone she knows or used to know intimately, for otherwise she would have told me to wear my mask. But she did not. Could this be my real father?
As I was saying about the mask… I don't usually wear one, and that's okay. I know that to wear my mask is not a punishment or horrible thing. I know, however, that most strangers would not be used to my face, and perhaps be afraid or even sickened by my countenance. So who could it be?