You Are What Your Name Is

Chapter 1

Hm, I will actually work on this one. I have an idea for it! so I will continue on... if you like it... I already have two other chapters done, but I'm not good at Making long ones, so I think I will stick to frequent short uploads :) lemme know if its any good, and I will post more :)

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If I have time, I will try and make sketch thing of the picture Phoenix is holding this chapter. Though it depends on my mood lol :)

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I sat on my deck, absentmindedly scratching my left wrist while staring a group photo of me and my friends. It was taken the night of our grade nine graduation, we were all dressed up, for it was a formal occasion. I noted with some humour that we really were an odd looking group, lined up against the green hedge of Bowring Park.

Starting from the left, there was my lifelong friend, Adorabelle Starr, who according to her, has an Adorbelle-y stupid name. With long tar black hair, eyes a shade lighter, and a naturally pale complexion, she was hauntingly beautiful. That night she had chosen a flaming red dress that complimented her tall 5'10 dancers body very well.

Standing next to her was Sam Harpel. The first and last boy we'd ever fought over, back in third grade. After settling the dispute between me and her, Sam with his caramel coloured hair and soft chocolate eyes, became a part of our group. Next to Belle, which is what we call Adorabelle for short, he looked an average height, though he was a towering 6'1 compared to me. Wearing black dress pants and a black dress shirt, which covered his lovely tan muscles, a champagne coloured tie was the finishing touch, indicating he had no date.

Little Summer was standing in front of Sam, making him look like a beast. At only 5'3, weighing a mere 90 pounds, Summer looked like a porcelain doll with golden hair a defect. I say defect because while one of her eyes is the blue of a Hawaiian ocean, the other is the striking green of aloe vera gel. With everything about her so small, her large mismatched eyes really stood out. By far the kindest person of our group, she had the largest heart, loving everyone and everything. She didn't care who you were, carrying the same attitude of a child looking for someone to play. She looked a good two years younger than the rest of us, and we protected her like a little sister.

With Belle's hand on her left shoulder, Sam in the middle behind her, that left me, Phoenix Sky, with my hand on her right shoulder, as I was standing to the right of Sam. Compared to most people, I was neither short nor tall, standing at 5'6.I was a healthy weight, though a little on the small side. According to Sam, I was ripped, thanks to the hard core workouts I get as a synchronized swimmer. My skin barely showed my muscles, it was so light. Belle and Summer were both pale, but that was nothing compared to me. I was a ghost, my skin taking on the faintest pinkish glow, and a constant burning pink in my cheeks the only sign my heart was beating. And that only made my already too bright hair a red flame.

As if these features of mine weren't obnoxious enough, my eyes had to be a pale grey, and when I put on black makeup (which I liked to do quite often) they had a almost translucent like quality to them. It scared even me, but I was fine with that. My appearance was fierce, the opposite of what I actually was. I was weak. I had muscles, and they were strong, but I had trouble using force. But I wasn't only weak physically, it was mentally also. I ran from the things I was afraid of, I couldn't handle grief. No one knew this side of me, where I would cry myself to sleep more often than not.

But they all found out, now they all knew. My friends were just now beginning to learn who I really am. They don't abandon me, but they know they can't help me. I have to overcome my own demons. In a depressing way, that one horrible night has brought our group tighter than it has ever been before. That night, we made promise.

That night was the night that we were told little Summer Evans was gone missing.

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