Um... Guess who's back with ANOTHER version of this story? I figured since we're all stuck inside, I should give this poor story another shot. This time I for sure know where I want this story to go and I'm hoping I don't leave it to rot again. *knock on wood* If any of y'all are still around, I hope you're ready for uhh.. V3 of Snow White? We don't talk about the revisions this story has gone through. Anyway, I hope y'all are safe and healthy and I hope you enjoy the story! First actual chapter should be up relatively soon! ~Shaymie
Prologue
"I can't do this, Emmy. They're all going to stare at me." I looked at myself in the mirror. Emerson had taken extra-special care to make me look presentable. My hair was brushed back into a neat ponytail, tied back with a brand new ribbon. My clothes had been ironed the night before (after she spent nearly an hour trying to find the right outfit for me to wear). My shoes were new, fresh out of the box. They were the only thing in the outfit I had picked for myself: a cute pair of brown boots.
But all of this couldn't distract everyone from the real attraction: my right arm, which lay limp at my side. It was completely numb, aside from the occasional twinge of pain I felt at random times. I had a sling for it, which was tucked safely into my backpack. I didn't like using it, though I knew Emmy would pester me about it eventually. She was worried about me bumping into something and hurting my arm.
"Of course they're going to stare. We're the new kids. Just... remember to breathe, alright? It's going to be okay." She adjusted my ponytail slightly, fluffing up the white curls a bit. I wish I had her optimism. No amount of new clothes and fancy shoes could distract from the simple fact that I'm a freak. I'm ghostly pale, have white hair, and disturbing red eyes. I'd never fit in anywhere. I can't even be out in the sun too long without potentially getting sick. It's no wonder my parents wanted to keep me hidden away...
My arm throbbed slightly in pain as I thought of my parents. They were gone. They were gone, and I was here, and it didn't make sense. I had always thought it would be the other way around. I never expected to live this long, and I certainly never expected to become an orphan by sixteen. Life as I knew it had been flipped upside down, and I was terrified. Emmy wasn't even eighteen yet and she had to take care of both of us. I had no clue how we even managed to stay together, but Emmy told me not to question it. She said that she worked her magic and there was nothing to worry about.
How could I not worry? We were on our own in a new town, full of strangers. We were living in our grandparents' old house in the middle of nowhere. If something happened to us-god forbid another fire break out-nobody would be able to help us. And I couldn't shake the feeling that we weren't alone in these woods, but I knew that Emmy would laugh at me if I brought it up. She thought that I was too paranoid for my own good.
"Are you ready to go, Sierra?"
"As ready as I'll ever be..."