Eve Bright never did anything to deserve all the abuse she receives. She can’t seem to figure out why she’s never had any real friends. She just doesn’t fit in but she will soon realize why when she meets the golden-eyed ones.
Eve’s POV
Ever since I was little I’ve never had any friends. They just repel against me and I don’t understand why. I mean I’m not a mean person. But the loneliness isn’t the worst part…………………….
Because I’m different, with my violet eyes and almost pure white hair, I am bullied and abused by my fellow classmates and my foster parents.
Yeah, I’m adopted. I was told that I was dropped on the doorstep of an orphanage as a toddler. I don’t remember my parents at all and nothing from back then.
The orphanage reluctantly took me in.
I began to grow up and everyone began to avoid and hate me. I’m not even positive why but they do.
All the girls give me envious glares just because, with my unusual appearance, I am 5’8 with curves in all the right places and legs for days. I don’t have a blemish on my face and they hate me because they see me as too perfect.
Those girls tease and beat me for something I cannot even control.
They hate me just with the simple fact that in their eyes I am just too perfect to be human.
What shocked both them and I was one day after a girl hit me, my skin turned red, bruised, and then disappeared within seconds.
I was labeled as a freak because I look different.
I am a freak in a sea of normalcy.
I was persecuted for just being me.
But that’s just human nature isn’t it?
“I’m only human.” Or so I thought.
**Present Day**
Monday, the first day of school.
Joy to the freaking world. (Note sarcasm)
School is the worst part of the day for me.
Every time I go somewhere I am slammed into lockers by people unknown.
I receive horrible and graphic notes in my locker.
I am beaten every time I go into the girl’s bathroom.
But what I didn’t know was how drastically my life would change that day.
Everything changes when I hear someone’s footsteps behind me and I cringe in fear waiting to be slammed into my locker.
But surprisingly I don’t get slammed into my locker, someone just bumps me when the pass.
But before I can walk away I am abruptly turned around and came face to face with the most beautiful golden eyes I have ever seen.
What I expected to see in those eyes was disgust, but instead it surprises me when I read shock and longing in them.
Before I can think clearly I am pushed against the wall and pinned between two well-built arms on each side of my head.
All I can think about is, “Why can’t I move?”
When I look up I notice how close this boy, no man, is to my face.
Before I can understand what he is doing is face is against my neck smelling me.
When I hear, “Mine.”
