The sip of the black rose~

Chapter 1

A M A Y A

“Night Rain”. Yeah. That's my name. My name is Amaya. Amaya Stephens. Amaya means Night Rain, from which was the night I was born. Rain covered half the town, leaving it soaking wet. The hospital was drenched,but I was born anyway. My mother didn't even have a name for me, except Grandma came up with one. She was a wise senior, and came from an Indian Tribe from South America. She learned this word from a tourist that she fell in love with long ago. I was born differently. When I say differently, I don't mean I was born with three arms or a third eye or albino. No. I was born with different eyes. My right eye a green. While the other, a brown. Heterochromia is what they called it. My hair silky black, my skin pale, and my lips, a dark red. Red as the ripened strawberries mom and I use to pick.

“Amaya! Amaya!!! Wake up! It time for school!” My Grandma yelled at me. I slowly opened my eyes. My brother Matthew walked in. “Oh my God Am! Your eyes are actually normal!” “REALLY?!”, I screamed with joy. “Yeah! Both are green!”I got up and sprinted to the mirror and turned the light on. My smile suddenly faded. Matthew laughed. “Haha, you actually believed me you idiot.” “Thanks Matt. I was actually going to be happy at school for once.” He winked and laughed, walking downstairs. I stared in the mirror. “I am such a freak, Grandma.” She looked at me, saddened. “Oh, sweetie... you are no freak.. You are just... different.” “Yeah..-” I whispered then, “..a freaky different that no one likes.” Walking downstairs I see my two siblings. Matthew, my 17 year old brother, and Veronica, my gorgeous 19 year old sister. With the same color-eyes.

“Here you go baby. I made you your favorite!” My mother placed a plate of a hot steaming omelet in front of me. “Like she needs anymore around her waist?” “Matt, stop being a jock wannabe.” Veronica kicked Matthew with a bad comeback. “Eh eh eh, no! Not today kids!” Mom took Matthew''s ear and pulled him to the kitchen. Veronica went back to her book, romance of course, chewing on her gum. Her cheekbones were so perfect. I hated that. I hated my sister sometimes, but not for anything she did, just who she was. She had the perfect body, long and slender and nice and tan, her smile, gentle, big and white, her eyes. Gosh, her eyes. Isn't she lucky. A gorgeous blue. Big and beautiful. She had curly black hair, and she was very smart. She always has men chasing for her.

Going to school was worse than I thought. I had an idea about covering my right side of my face, and covering my eye, but that backfired. “Hey Amaya, can I do your makeup?”I replied no, but she slipped my hair. “Oh my...” she backed away. My green eye, glowing with the sunlight, maybe looking alien like, scared her. “Look!! It's freak-azoid Amayer!” “I...i...it's 'Amaya', Crystal.” “Oh look. Alien is talking to me. Look, just go before you creep someone out.” I grunted and put my hood over my head. My friend Isabelle, wasn't at school. She is at a boarding school. I know I am freaky. Not just in my eyes. I am deformed in my hands, and my heart. Well, my lips too. A lot of people look at me like I am an alien. They actually called me “E.T” once, and put a picture him in my locker. Duncan, the school football jock, once stuffed a dead turtle and rat inside my locker. “Hey Amayer, you are as quiet as a turtle, but ugly and freaky as a rat.” and posted that note on the poor turtle.

At lunch some kid took their tray, and slid it toward me, and they followed. “Hey there.” I stayed quiet, my hood still covering my face. “Hey,... do you talk? Aww come on there. You gotta talk.” I turned, my eyes staring. His mouth immediately closed, his eyes, wide. “Yes? I know you are just going to make fun of my face, my eyes, my hands. Just leave me alone.” The boy sitting next to me looked away, and then started talking again. “Look...” “Amaya.. It means Night Rain.” “Look, Amaya, I noticed that you...” “Are a freak? Thank you for noticing.” I stabbed my peas, and snorted. “No. I was gonna say you were sitting alone.” “Oh...” I quivered my lips. I knew he was lying. But I took it anyway. “Well my name is Chester.” “H-hey Chester.” I swallowed my corn, and then stabbed my broccoli stew. He stared at my face. I felt my face tuning red. “I was born with two different colored eyes.” “What about your hands and lips?” “That too.” “Oh...”

At the end of the day, when school was over, I ran home. Before school was out, Crystal and her popular group pulled a prank on me. They poured water all over me at lunch, calling Jefferey, the crush I use to have, and screamed “Look! Aliens can wet themselves!” I looked petrified. I ran out, screaming as I did, crying, but the weird thing was, that others behind me, screamed in horror.

I ran home once the bell rang, practically crying when I did so. For both being happy and sad. Running through the gorgeous meadows, taking in the beautiful fresh air, feeling the leaves with my four fingers. But I stopped when I got home, and almost wanted to turn back around and just run. My step dad had come to visit. My real father had run away when I was six. He use to hug me and squeeze me tight, swing me around and sang Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap. He'd whisper it and I'd fall asleep when I'd have a nightmare. I miss those days.