~ Chapter 1 ~ Strange ~
"So do you remember anything about your mother and father?" asks the lady with curly white hair who had come to the house to talk to me. Really, the incident had happened eleven years ago.
But I know the precise answers to that one. I'll say the normal-est one. "They had the brightest - but dark - blue eyes..."
"Like you?" says the boy sitting next to the lady, strangely.
I shoot him a quizzical look, confused. "I guess."
"Anything else?" pushes the lady, leaning forward.
"Um..." there's a few second of silence, as I try to find more normal things about my parents. "They both were very understanding and... cool... I guess..." I'm not acting much like my parents, then. I gave in."They had a silver line around their iris...?"
"With gold pupils?" the boy interrupts again, sharply.
I stare at nothing, my mind going round and round, determind to find that one part of my life I'd told this person that. "Woah, how'd you know?" I say.
He runs his hands through his hair and takes a long, deep breath. "Lucky guess."
The elderely lady frowns and pushes her spectacles back. "A silver line you say?" she says in her clear voice.
I nodded.
We sat in silence while the lady and the boy frowned calculatingly.
Why were they so surprised?
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It's funny for me at school. It's not as though she I'm a loner - I'm quite popular, in fact, I guess I have a way with words. It's just that in the register it went: Stephanie Jane Cooper, fine, Alice Kristie Vinewalker, okay, Daniel Ben Millman, check, Blu Faye Embers, uhhh... It might as well have been a 'duck duck duck goose' game. It went normal... normal... normal... different - but it's not as though I was viewed like that. It's just that the whole class fills with whispers for the first three people and then it goes completely silent. After they say my name the whispering starts again, louder. It's never changed. Yet.
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