The Halflander•A Gregor The Overlander Fanfic

Prologue

My name is Carly Henderson. I'm 14 years old. Why do you care? Not saying you do. I don't mind if you call me stupid right here. I'll probably yell at you, maybe punch you, but hey, you'd deserve it. Whatever.

I'm not normal.

Let's ignore the fact that I have Intermittent Explosive Disorder.

I have extremely pale skin, purple eyes mixed with blue. My hair is dirty blonde and shoulder length, completely straight and the tiniest bit messy.

As I said. Not normal.

I don't know where I inherited these traits, because I have never seen either of my parents. Maybe they were really pale. Maybe one had blue eyes, and the other one had red.

Just kidding.

So yeah. No parents. Somehow I am in school. I live on the run. I never really pay attention to much except the fact that I yell at people a lot.

Again. Just kidding.

I've been in and out of foster homes, but I get fed up of all of them and just take off. Honestly, I don't think the people there care. When I leave, they probably think, "Good riddance."

I'm currently running around in Manhattan. I've been to many places, especially on the east coast. I've been from Vermont and Maine to Florida and Georgia.

I've also been through other states. Honestly, I don't keep track of them. I've been staying in Manhattan for a while because that's where I'm going to school. 8th Grade isn't the most exciting, unless you count getting books slapped out of your hands and get called "Hot Head."

Screw IED.

Of course, they usually get what they deserve afterward. Yelled at and maybe slapped across the face or kicked in the shin. So do I. Lunch detention. And a visit from the Guidance Counselor. Sometimes a trip to ISS. I hate in school suspension.

I'm not very girly. I currently have grey Under Armor sweatpants and a blank Cyan sweater on. I'm not very advanced, as far as freaking puberty goes. The only changes I've noticed are acne, voice cracks, and probably mood swings, but I wouldn't be able to tell all too well because I usually burst into anger on a daily basis. Thankfully I do get breaks lasting from a few days to a week or two, but I do get angry quite a bit. Stupid brain.

I don't have any friends. Not a huge surprise. I'm weird. I'm proud of it, but I guess other people don't accept abnormality.

That's me.

I haven't ever met any of my family members. I don't even have a birth certificate or anything. In school, every time we are able to go on the computers, I search myself up. I have even asked the police for my records. Apparently I don't exist. Every computer, every file, every Census says so.

So there you have it. Me. Carly Henderson. Weird homeless girl with abnormally pale skin, purpleish blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, rage issues, and bad style.

Hi there.