"Hey look! It's the Demonic Angel!"

"Ah! It's going to kill us!!"

"Go where your kind are!"

"Yea, IT, go away! You don't belong here!"

A girl, 7 years of age with strange markings on her body, trods through the streets of Avalon. Her eyes, one black and the other white, wanders to where the other children mock her. She looked there with shame and anger, wishing there can be anything to shut them up... forever. Her normal looking clothes hid some of her markings and seemed too big for her small figure. Her sandals kicked dirt as she walked past those kids.

I ignored them, like always, knowing that's the only thing to do. I was going job to job, working for the local citizens. No, it's not for money, because I live in home of a woman who claims to know my mother. "She was not of this world," Ms. Coco said, "But of a magnificent and just kingdom, somewhere up in the stars. You, your looks, resemble her. So innocent, with her light radiating from your body." I loved it when she said that, it makes me feel that I was from heaven above. But... what about my father?

Experience was my reason of working for other adults. I know how to do culinary arts, carpentry, sewing, and now, my guardian is teaching me how to ride a horse. I want to believe this is only for interest, but I'm deceiving myself, because I want to run away. Run from all the unfair treatment. Even in my duties and jobs I work in, the citizens rejected me because, as my guardian told me, they know my background and is frightened of the power that I attain.

I traveled to the riverbank, making sure my clothes don't get that dirty. I don't want to get Ms. Coco mad again, after I tore my clothes for tumbling into a blueberry bush. She was irate. Anyways, I filled my bucket with water and traveled back to town, where I have to cook for some men having a party. Really, I had some close calls with those men in the past (like fights and throwing stuff around the place), but I can just scare them with my dark side (if it grows stronger than my light side). I brought carrots, onions, and the other ingredients and started towards the house.

The time I got there, the men were already there and were talking and blabbering about what they usually share with each other. So I minded my own business and started cooking some vegetable and meat soup with baked potatoes and butter. As I cooked, I can feel that some of them were eyeing me.

"Why do you keep on letting that strange girl cook for you?" one friend of the host asked.

"She cooks really well." The host said.

"Aren't you worried that she cursed your food with some weird spell," another friend said," because you know she's the child of an angel and a demon."

That caught my attention. I turned around and asked, "May you please repeat that?"

"Huh?" All of them said together, "Repeat what?"

"Uh... the last comment you said."

"We don't need to repeat anything!" the host exclaimed, "So go back to your cooking, we are WAITING!"

"But..."

"NO!"

"Still I'm..."

He jolted up and quickly walked to me.

SLAP!

I slid across the floor a little. As I looked up, he smirked.

"Hmph, you aren't as scary as I thought you were."

Then he went back to his friends and they started where they left off. I quickly got up and finished cooking; unknown anger grew up in me like fire. I don't get it! All I asked is to repeat what they said, and I got slapped for it. Pushing that thought in the back of my head, I finished cooking and served the men. As they ate, I was thinking about my parents, ' Thank goodness this is my last job of the day' for it was in the evening. All I have to do is wash the dishes when they're done and get my pay.