The Opalescent Sky

Chapter 1 - Introductions

          My name is Isabelle Martin, but anyone close to me calls me Izzy. I was a baby when my Grandma took me in. I don't know many details about who I am or about my parents. My Grandma has always claimed she didn't know much information herself, yet I can't bring myself to believe that. Anytime I had pressed her for further details, she would give me the same answer, "I don't know, dear. I just don't know...", then she would get lost in this sad, trance-like look. That would then be followed by a few days of her being socially distant and just very sad. It was odd, but I learned early to stop asking. When I left it be, she would bounce back, and was one of the happiest people I have ever met.

          Ever since I was young, I have always had striking features. Not striking as in attractive, mind you, but rather I was always very...off-putting. Not like I'm inhuman or whatever (I wish),  but my features are dramatically sharp, and I have raven black hair except for a strip of silver stuck in there somewhere. And I say stuck, because I have the crazy wild curls that look like they belong on a crazy person. So that silver strip of hair I mentioned? It's always in a different spot. There's only one thing that's constant about my hair: it has maintained having a mind of it's own for as long as I can remember. No amount of straightening, or use of hair relaxers, can do anything to make the curls go away. I've done everything but cut it off, because while I hate the curls, I think I would hate having short hair more. I asked Grandma when I was younger where the silver strip in my hair came from, and she said a snake tried to bite me as a baby, and it scared a white streak into my hair. I also found that hard to believe because we lived in an area that doesn't typically have aggressive snakes. And the strands shone like little mirrors, it was definitely not a white streak caused by fear from what I can tell.

          I'm not heavy set, but I'm not a pixie, either. I'm just average, with an average weight and height. I'm not small enough to joke about being short, and I'm not tall enough to joke about that. I'm just...average. The only remarkable thing about me is my hair, sharp features, and unusually bright green eyes. Not to brag, but I can see in the dark pretty great. I wouldn't call it a super power, because it doesn't save me from the fact that I'm the clumsiest person on the planet, but it's still pretty neat.

          I've always had problems making friends, so I only really have 2 people that bother talking to me daily besides my teachers and Grandma. Their names are Dan and Lewis, and they are absolutely the cutest gay couple I have ever seen. They both look like they could be models, yet neither of them really seem to put any effort into their looks. Either they are just gloriously blessed with those looks, or they secretly get up at 4a.m. Every. Day. Either way, it's working for them. They genuinely love each other, too. Which I can only applaud them for, because, lets face it: our current generations are seemingly doomed to fail at the whole romance thing.

          Anyways, those dudes have been my best (only, really) friends since kindergarten, but they didn't start dating until about last year, when we all turned 16 (except Dan, He's a year and a half older, while Lewis and I are almost birthday twins; off by just 2 days and 4 hours, supposedly). While Dan might be the oldest out of us, Lewis is the genius. He already has tons of scholarship and college offers, but HE'S the one that is fighting going to college. He says he wants to travel first, while Dan, myself, and my Grandma are all trying to convince him he's crazy. Get a good degree for that low, almost free cost. But he seems adamant, so we have been giving him space on the subject, hoping that the inevitable reality of what's to come will change his mind eventually. Hopefully.

          Back to the subject of having 'super powers', the only other thing I can think of that is weird about me is that I have a bunch of weird a** freckles that are bunched up on my thigh, that kind of look like a wonky crescent moon, but it's a birth mark, and it's pretty obvious by its wonkiness. I also have this recurring dream, which isn't very unique, but I call it a super power because when I have that dream, I can make myself wake up right when I want, and it's always morning. I used to get excited about the dream as a kid for holidays or my birthday. I felt I didn't have to wait all night like other kids, not being able to sleep and wait for seemingly ever for morning to arrive. Instead I got to spend 5 minutes (so it seemed) in this cool yet creepy hallway in what I can only imagine was a dark, creepy castle.