I have always been different; I never acted like anyone else. That might explain why this happen to me. I also look different than in my hometown of Nashville (and yes as in Nashville, Tennessee) with my lightly tanned skin, dark forest green eyes that seem annoyed half the time, and short (like 2 inch short, what it got in my way so I keep it short) platinum blonde (before you even think it, not all blondes are dumb just some of us are idiotic, but I could beat you at any English test, and out read you easily) hair. Your probably are wondering what happened to me that changed my life so much that I wrote this down, or something along those lines. You asked so I will explain what happened but be warned this story is not for the faint of heart.
I was marked. That’s it, nothing else; but I am getting ahead of myself. Let me take you back to the beginning when this first began.
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It was mid-august and I was in my 3rd hour English class which is surprisingly more interesting than it sounds. Yesterday we had finished reading out loud Hamlet (have you ever tried to read Shakespeare out loud, it’s hard) so we had a day for review before we had to start out the major parts in the book. My favorite part of the class was not the books we read but the girl that I sit next to. Her name is Ana Maritaina, dark haired, fair skinned and sky blue eyes that always seem to something from the world. She is also the girl I had a crush on ever since I met her 8 years ago.
We were in the middle of the class when it started. A horrible, gross cough that that sounded like their throat was sealing off and cutting itself to a bloody torn-up mess. I start to look around when I relies it is me. Then my body is racked with more coughs and I can feel the blood start to well up in my throat. People start to stare at me and notice that I have been in this advanced class (even know this is 11th grade class and I am in 9th) all year.
“Mr. Rosser can I go to-” I start to say in a horse voice but I am cut off by the coughing fit that racks my body so hard I begun to shake.
He must of known what I was wanting to ask because he looked at me in the eyes and says “Go and we will miss you.”
(I did not even think about the look and the comment that he made until after I was marked) Hurrying out of the room in to the hall headed toward the bathroom is when I first saw her.
The woman was about 5 foot 7 inches with long light brown and dark chocolate brown eyes that show a hint of amusement that no one but her knew why. Her forehead has a dark sapphire crescent in-blazed upon it with delicate and graceful spirals and intricate design that flow smoothly down that begun around her crescent and flows down her ivory skin. The designs continue to flow down her face and neck and on to her arms and wrapped around her around them. (it properly continue down her back and legs)...
