The unexpected Future

The unexpected Girl and the Uncommon Boy

"You weren't supposed to happen." I was told countless times. No one understood me, no one. It was as if I was of my own kind, almost like I wasn't human; But that was impossible. I have had two DNA tests done, (because I wasn't sure if I was completely ordinary.) and it told me two things: 1. I'm human 2. I have human parents, the ones who say I was an accident, I shouldn't of happened...
But I never tried to be all gothic, which is what most fourteen year old girls would do if they knew their parents didn't care about them. No that wasn't me. Most of the time I was roaming the streets, seeking a friend, seeking adventure. But everything was dark, the air polluted, the streets full of sewage and trash. It had been this way my whole life, the sun forbear to shine. It was always cloudy, I'd never seen the sun. My grandmother used to tell me stories about its magnificent glow, how it used to warm your skin on a chilly autumn day. She said that the clouds used to be white and beautifully puffy, now they are grey all clumped together, covering the sky so that you can't even see it anymore. She told me of the beautiful blue sky, but she couldn't finish telling me the story, because she died before she had the chance to finish it. Nothing was beautiful, not even the people. Almost everyone had turned to drugs, and smoking. Grandma said the air used to smell crisp in the fall, and warm and sticky in the summer. Now, it just smells of cigarette smoke, and sewage. Everyone was gloomy, and dirty. Their faces powdered with dirt and cigarette smoke. Most people wore black, because if you ever wore white you were bound to get dirty before lunch time. Everyone was disgusting, all except one... His name was Liam Hums. He had blonde shaggy hair that covered the tips of his ears, green eyes that had a longing for adventure in them, just like me, and he was short, just like me. I meat him at a summer school, the first time I saw him my heart was racing. I couldn't think straight, so I just stared at him. He must of thought me weird, because he kept looking back from his desk, and staring at me too. Just staring. A million thoughts swirled in my head at that moment, but it didn't last long. He turned around and started taking notes, instead of looking at me. The funny thing is, I was still looking at him...