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Uhhhh!!!!!! I wondered why the world hated me so freaking much. I was packing up all of my belongings into two tote bags. Yeah two tote bags is all I need to put all of my together. I guess I should explain about the beginning of my pathetic life so you could understand me a little better. My oh so great parents left me on the doorstep of the poorest orphanage in the world before I could even walk. How great are they? I've always been a loner. It's never really been a problem though. I was different, insulated from the start of my miserable life. You see all little kids adore me. Most teenagers hate me. And every adult that I meet resents me. All because of my eyes. Yeah right now you must be thinking. WHAT THE HECK!!!!!! No I don't have red eyes. Do you think little kids would like me if I had red eyes? Come on your smarter than that reader. No I have deep violet eyes surrounded by dark long lashes. Yeah you would think cool not gross. But if you actually see me you'd think otherwise. My eyes are very, very intimidating. You wouldn't think they would be. But you would be wrong. When I'm mad I give an awesome death glare. When I'm sad I can make my eyes look so helpless and innocent. And when I'm bored I can make them look like an endless pit. And when I want to make you scared most people pee in their pants. I believe the reasons little kids like me is because I seem magical to them. We all know how much little kids love all things that seem magical. The reason teenagers hate me so much is because I'm intimidating. But some guys who got over my eyes realized that I was pretty. I have a slender body and I'm graceful because I dance and sing( I'm pretty good at both).I have all the right curves in all the right places. I have loose pretty platinum blond curls that go down to the middle of my back (It's naturally blond not fake like some girls do to their poor hair and the curls are natural too). I also have a great complexion. My skin is unmarked and I don't get zits for some reason. My skin isn't tan or pale it's somewhere in between. It's actually quite pretty. My full lips are a natural cherry blossom pink. A couple of the guys that realized I was pretty actually asked me out. It's too bad that the girls that liked them got jealous and then they hated me even more. So now I. don't date at all. For the adults they hate me because I intimidate them. This makes them hate me because they feel threatened and adults hate it when someone, especially a 16 year old girl of average height with strange eyes challenges them. And sometimes the mothers with small children somehow think I 'm like going to pull out a gun and shoot there little ones. Just because I have strange eyes doesn't mean I'm going to go slasher on them. I mean really. And they think I'm crazy. I swear to you right now I'm not crazy, just different.
"Violet hurry up." My social services worker yelled up to me. Oh yeah I forgot to mention my name is Violet because of my eyes. Get it? My great loving parents forgot to give me a name, so the orphanage named me Violet. Hilarious right.
"Violet I said to hurry up." Yeah my social worker really loves me. Oh did I forget to mention that I have to go to some small village in the middle of Kansas because someone adopted me AGAIN!! Now you must be thinking Oh this is the part where she gets a happy ending. YEAH RIGHT! I've avoided this since I was 11 because parents just kept giving me up, so I decided that it was just to much damage and hurt for me. So now whenever parents come I am always obnoxious and mean. I don't think these parents even came they just plain picked me for some reason. I personally think they're nuts, but I have to go to Kansas anyways (did I mention that were located in New York). So trust me I know how to fight because we live in the poor part of the city. Anyways back on topic my social worker is driving me to the airport in like five more minutes. I think the real reason I don't want to go is because I've finally got a good job out here being a waitress and I have been saving up to go to a good college and I've actually got a good bunch of money in the bank. So now I just have to just go and move out to Kansas. HECK NO! Besides I hate to brag, but even if I didn't have enough money to go to a good college I could probably just get a scholar ship there. I'm in all honor courses in school and I have a 4.0 grade point average. So this is my great plan I am going to act like such a freaking brat that they will definitely send me back here. It might be bad here sometimes, but I absolutely love New York. I am tough. I could make it out here. Too bad I'm being sent off to Kansas though.
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Werewolves And Purple Eyed Girls
WerewolfViolet's been an orphan alll of her life. Then someone finally adopts her, but they're far from normal, but Violet's not so normaal herself. On the bright side they've got a hot son! What could possible go wrong?