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The Hidden Past

The Hidden Past

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I try to hide what I am from the world but I finally give in~ Kat Wavers I'm Amethyst Wavers I'm short and I have the looks of an angel and the heart of a devil I'm currently living in Heaven while I pack to Move back to Hell I'm not being over dramatic I live in Heaven and Hell. I'm half demon half angel my parents are dead and I basically don't really know who I am. I have black hair that goes down to just below my knees and have white tips. While I'm in Heaven people tend to stay well away from me but in. Hell people cant get enough of me.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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