My fathers dead . His car set on fire , burning away as his body burnt along with it , i always loved my father more than my mother . My mother is mental , all she does is sit in her room all day and stares out of the window to the gloomy fog that surrounds our house . So i am alone , in this big house of ours except when grandmother comes to see me sometimes ( she thinks i will go crazy too ). I have no friends in school , i just walk by myself and people laugh at me but they are all so scared of me because i am as white as snow yet my eyes are as black as the night, but i dont mind it makes me feel as if i have power against them like a king when he laughs at you as you are being hung in the old days . I am strange and alone . Utterly alone .
I wake up and it is still dark . Its my fathers funeral today, i feel like i have been stabbed and theres nothing to save me . As the sun rises ,i get up and get dressed and walk downstairs . My grrandmother is there smiling at me and i just stare , my mother is all so there lifeless and cold ( she wasnt always like this only after father died ) we look at each other but then she looks down suddenly there was a knock at the door " who could that be ? " asked my grandmother " im not sure" i say . I walk to the dorr andd open it slowly and there is a man , tall and dark yet smiling a half smile " im Andrew , you must be Violet "
