SKINNY lOVE

Haunted

Well.

That was my fist thought stepping out of the rusty, blue, old mini-van. We had grown up in Saskatchewan and from what I remember it was dry and flat. Now were in B.C. in the smallest town called Fernie.

I rarely left the house since I knew id just forget what happened and what I did. I read a lot. I had three shelves of books in my old room. I must of read all of them over an over since i wouldnt of reading them anyways.

I had a cat named... Well I dont really know. I call her Meow a lot. She has big, round yellow eyes, and the strangest, most beautiful fur. Black with shimmering golden patches. Her two front paws have an extra tow each, and they look like shes wearing mittens. I love her I think.

My parents are typical.. Typical to me at least. Gorge's hair is slowly disapearing and turning to grey like the leaves do brown in the fall. He is stout and has a laugh that could wake the dead. His eyes are tired and always smiling without a care. Hes not my real father though. Miranda, she has dark chocolatey hair that falls carelessly down her lean spine. Sometimes I think of her as a feary simply because she is so small and frail. Her eyes are as blue as the sky on the hottest summer day, and she has lines that fame the prettiest smile ive ever seen.

I look nothing like them. Im quite tall, and have dyed hair. Its a mixture of red, purple, and pink becauer I could never decide witch I liked more. My eyes; ever-changing, ussually stayed a light purpleish grey-gold. My nose was slight, and narrow, and my lips full with two pointed tips, like mountain peeks. I was bony and un-courdinated.

I never had any friends because I was incapable of even remembering there names. I hurt myself because I couldnt even remember my name when it was bad. To myself, I was haunted by a demon who'd never let me go...