The date is August 7th 2020, the world has suffered a great loss. The last person with green eyes has died. People used to say that 7 is a lucky number, some still believe that. Not my family, we don't believe in luck. We believe in miracles. I never knew my great-grandmother, but everyone tells me I'm just like her, that I act like her, even look like her. Even though I never met her, I feel the loss of her everyday. I can't imagine how nice it would be to have someone like me. It would be her and I against the world. I don't have many friends, neither did she. She has already gone through what I'm going through, had the world figured out. I could really use that right now. I wish she were still living. I'm struggling to find the miracle in me being left the only one like me on the planet. I'm sure I will find it one day, until then, R.I.P Beth Ivy Haldwin. Mother, Grandmother, green eyes. Forever missed.
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The Green-Eyed Girl
General FictionThe world has just lost the last green-eyed person. That is until I was born. I am odd, at least that's what everyone says. I'm starting to believe it. My name is Ivy, and I have green eyes.
