Prolog🌸

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I knew I was different, ever since kindergarten. I was always the one who was excluded, I was always the one who was chosen last in dodge ball at school. Of course I was treated differently, of course my character was then accordingly different, my appearance even more so and nobody wanted to accept it, and certainly not me. I just wasn't the way the other kids would have liked me to be.

I mean... many were afraid, that was partly an advantage, for example I never had to stand in line, because everyone flinched when they saw me. I didn't blame anyone, because it was me.

But who was I? I was a girl, long snow-white hair and ocean-colored eyes. A girl who noticed everything, overthought everything and kept everything away from herself.

They didn't see something like me every day, and that's what I hated most about myself, because fear turned to ridicule and hate. All the girls with their shitty instagram account .... #beingdifferent.

All I ever wanted was to be normal, a normal life, a normal family, normal worries, and a normal heart.

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