The Chosen Ones

I was the unique one in the world, the different one. Now I'm not talking about style. I'm talking about everything. My hair, it's naturally bright silver. I was born in a magical universe, only to end up with no powers, and unnatural hair color. I have tried multiple times to dye it, it won't dye, it won't bleach. It won't do anything I want it to do. It makes me an outcast, a weirdo. I mean, people take one look at me and somehow immediately dislike me. I mean my own siblings already disowned me! My mom told me I was a "chosen" one. When I don't even know what she is talking about. She won't even explain it right either. I just always get a, "You'll understand in the future cookie."