Being Someone in the Starlight

"So, Vela, enjoy finally being worth something out here?" He asked, a stupid smirk on His stupid face while He reached out His stupid hand, no doubt to cup MY stupid chin.

I was surprised when the-man? Woman? Person?-individual I had been talking to viscously slapped her hand away. "Please," they snorted. "She's always been worth something, she isn't any different here than she would be anywhere else."

Vela White has a complex lists of likes and dislikes just like anyone else; and one of those dislikes is her surname. She doesn't want to be a part of the White family anymore, she doesn't want to be shoved inside the White Room of Insanity again, or spend another day roaming the streets of the town, the mist in the air clinging to the fabrics of her clothes, making the only thing she's seen seem more intimidating, more frightening...and more mesmerizing.

But her first time away from it all she falls hard and fast for a man her age...and then a woman her age...and then someone who isn't either. The trip ends and she sees them more often somehow.

While sorting out her feelings for all three of them, she confides to her best friend, who eventually has to pay for her mistakes and her actions.

She never should have tried to be anything more than Vela White.