One-shots And Scrapped Books

Doll - SetoSolace

Name: Seto Elijah Mystique

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Siblings: None

Looks:
-Light brown hair
-Purple eyes with brown flecks
-Gray hoodie with purple hood
-Gray shirt
-Black pants
-Gray shoes
-White belt
-Amulet with silver chain

Other:
-Bookworm
-Keeps to self
-Kind most of he time
-Does not have any friends because everyone thinks he and his eyes are weird, usually avoided
-Family died in a fire when Seto was five, currently lives with foster father
-Sorcerer (only he knows)

Amulet Colors

Red: Angry

Orange: Curious

Yellow: Happy

Lime: Annoyed/Irritated

Green: Jealous

Aqua: Calm

Blue: Sad/Depressed

Indigo/Dark Purple: Scared

Purple: Love

Magenta: Flirty/Romantic

Pink: Embarrassed

White: Nothing (Typically when he's staring off into space)

Gray: Broken (When he feels this, the gem cracks)

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And now for what I had of the first chapter

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A doll. That is what everyone thinks I am. Just a thing that can be thrown around without caring because he has no feelings. No emotion. No family. No life. Dead.

But I'm not. I can live! I can be happy! I just choose to look disconsolate.

I was then awoken from my thoughts by a slight commotion but ignored it.

I trudged down the hall but stopped with everyone else to see the popular boy strut down the hallway. He had managed to work his way up in the hellhole of a school, and everyone stared at his 'perfection'. His golden hair that seemed to defy gravity and shining aqua eyes were... striking, but he was just like the rich snobs that you see on TV; cares about no but himself, and full of it.

The girls swooned over him some even pretended to faint. I only scowled, my amulet changing from a white to lime, and tried to continue to my locker. The gem carried my life source, and it changed color with my mood, like those mood rings or whatever. The amulet was a little orb attached to a silver chain.

As I pushed through the crowd,

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Sorry if you wanted me to continue this, but I'm not. I just don't have any inspiration or interest to write it anymore.