Porcelain face

The Beginning

Third Persons P.O.V.

At a school called Heldings Highschool there stood a girl, on the first day of school. She had back-long, beautiful brown hair with natural strands of lighter shades and blondes, doll pale skin, and a glossy blue-Grey eye, the other covered by her hair. She was wearing a loose hanging pastel sweater and a short black skirt, white socks, and checkered vans. She seemed to have a decently normal appearance with those clothes, but for some reason she only seemed to stand out with her porcelain doll-like self, one would assume it was just a pretty doll if it weren't for the realistic features she had. She was stunning and breathtaking to say the least.

It was her first day at school, or rather the third time being here, with quizzing, seeing the school and all that jazz. She held tightly onto her blue kanken backpack, clearly uncomfortable with the big swarm of people. She attempted to walk normally but a boy with chestnut colored hair bumped into her while playing (?) with some others, specifically Jokes. Now she has nothing against them whatsoever, but she would rather not have to socialize on her first day, knowing that's probably impossible to not do.

She sighed deeply, already knowing this isn't gonna be exactly an ideal school year judging by the chaos around here, but that's just how she likes it, it'd be way too creepy if it were all pitch perfect. She pulled out her phone, an rose-gold Iphone 8 with a clear phone cause having a What seemed to be a old photograph that was oddly aesthetically pleasing with small tears in the corners. It had a little girl with an older boy, perhaps a few years older. They didn't seem related with how he had pitch black eyes and dark brown hair rapped around with little white Lillies, now on a closer look, the girl seemed to have a blue flower crown on too.

The girl was named Delilah.

Delilah Elizabeth Mystery.

If you ask me, that was lazy naming on her ancestors part, totally not on the authors part or anything, pftttt, why would you think that? But then again, they aren't really her ancestors. She was only adopted, but shortly after her adoptive family died in a car accident, although Luke's, their biological son, body was never found. But he was still declared as dead either way.

But then again she was too.

She internally shrugged at that thought, or should I say memory? It left a scar on her, despite them not being her family for long. I mean, they adopted her at age 7, and died when she was 10, and after two years after getting tossed around to relatives of the dying family and foster homes, she settled on one. She'd prefer to not speak about it, it's for the best.

She still goes by her 'real' name, it's not like anybody would remember an accident that old, and it's only a car crash not anything bazaar that would catch attention nor was the family famous or anything. So she found no need to change it, and she doubts the cops even know if her existence except for the fact she was their adoptive daughter. She was unimportant, not having to alert her nonexistent biological relatives. If anything they should thank her for helping them not go by all that trouble.

She smiled softly at the picture. She kinda lives alone. Have been for a while now. She's only 15- turning 16- after all, there isn't much to do for someone her age despite all these beliefs around us teens. Being a teen just means your progressing in life and have a few more privileges and responsibilities. You can do what adults do, except for underage drinking, get pregnant, and more. I mean, you can do these things, but best not to, at all. You get the idea, I would assume by now.

Now that she thinks about it, she needs to get some new eye contacts considering her's dried up and are used a bit too much. She sighed, not feeling like going through the trouble of doing that.

Here we go, freshmen year

What do you hold for us now, I wonder?