The night was still young, the souls are shining brightly, too brightly almost. I sit here laying on the soft grass, it tickles my legs and I pull them towards me, resting my head on my knees. I think about what has happened these past few days. You can't stop things from happening sometimes. It's like Natural disasters, Mother Nature, Love. Yeah, the "L" word. You know, love used to be a speacial thing, forbidden even. It was rare and exciting and wonderful. See, in my home, it's still like that. But then, here, in this place, it's something they throw around like... Like a ball. I think that's why Mother is so angry. But I was sent here for a reason. For a girl even. And she was a beautiful girl...
I woke up to my alarm clock screaming in my ears. As much as I would have loved staying in bed and sleeping all day, I couldn't. Scrambling out of bed and going to the shower, I let the hot water wake me up. Once I was out and dressed, I dared a look in the mirror. Sighing, living in a place where there should be a year round tan going on was not working out for me. I stood out in my senior class with my flawless, almost transparent, skin. Yeah, while other teens were rocking the zits look, I had nothing marking me. Aside from the odd scar on my wrist, but we assumed that was a birthmark. Then there was my natural copper orange hair, falling in thick waves down my back. I had a nice build for a girl my age, slender, but not too skinny. My face.. Well alright I guess. High cheekbones, pixi nose, full lips. Then there's my eyes. Almond shaped, barely visible in sunlight, grey-silver coloured eyes. I don't mind how I look. I just kind of wish I fit in more. I sighed. I hadn't wanted to move to Texas, it'd been Da's idea. I missed Ireland, where everything had colour and it wasn't so dreadfully hot all the time.
"Tea! Breakfast is done, hurry up and get it eaten! You're going to be late for school!"
I jumped at the sound of my Mum's voice, "Ok! I'll be down in a second!"
See, normally, I'm a quiet person. A thinker, I guess you could call me. I don't like loud too much, and that was another reason I missed home. Texas was noisy. Too noisy, especially Austin.
