• When people read stories like these I suppose they might expect the protagonist to be someone the same as them. Someone that would surprise them. Well, maybe the fact that I am not the same will actually give you more of a surprise. Before everything I was always different. I wasn't beautiful, in my opinion, but I was good enough that I wasn't ugly. I never really cared either way, when others were experiementing with make up and learning to walk in high heels I was the one with my head stuck in a book. When I transferred to this school a bit over a year ago we didn't have a sport class for the first half of the year. So my friends used to joke that I would be horrible at sports, not knowing the truth. Me being me those insults went right over my head, not even touching the walls I had placed around me. I just smiled and played along. I was always different, I always watched without knowing I was doing it, I observed, everyone and everything I interacted with. So I guess it was no surprise really, that when they came I was one of the first to notice there was something... different...about them.

    "Raqua!" I jumped, instinctively putting a foot on the floor to stop myself falling over. I had originally had my legs crossed under me, sitting on a chair with a book in my hands.
    "Did I miss something?" I asked, looking over at my two friends. By the looks on their faces I had indeed missed something, following their oggling eyes I blinked in disbelief. There were two people walking into the school grounds, you could see the front of the school easily from where we sat in the mornings. They were the two most beautiful people I had ever seen, one was a woman, or girl, or... strange, she looked like a teenager, at least a year or two older than me. But I got the strangest sense that she was older than that. A lot older. The woman had long brown hair, slightly wavy, that framed her heart shaped, pale face exquisitedly. She was tall, and walked with a certain grace that I immediately associated with a long time ballet dancer. But I guess it was the guy beside the woman that had actually grabbed my friends attention, he had the same pale skin as the woman. His brown hair was raggedly cut, like he had hacked at it himself and it looked just right on him. With another blink, I slipped my foot back under my body and re-opened my book. Those two people were about to become the most popular students at this school, which meant they wouldn't have anything to do with me. That was the first time I learnt what it was like to be utterly and completely wrong.

    ((I'm going to finish this one later. I just fell asleep at the computer lol))