Alone

Have you ever felt like sometimes you just don't fit in? Like everyone around you knows you're there, but don't really care or seem to notice? In Clementine's life, that's how she feels every minute of every day for as long as she can remember. Looking at herself in the mirror, she doesn't look like the other girls, she notices.

"I'm not normal," I whisper, staring intently into the mirror. I can see the color in my eyes changing, adjusting to light that shines through the trees visible past the window behind me. They're now green. Greener, I think to myself. Sometimes I have to remind myself that my eyes are always green; they're always everything. My Snow White locks settle around me in a restless manner. They shift places, finally creating a pitch black halo at the beginning of my hips, hissing. Whenever I am woken in the middle of the night by their movement and fall back asleep, sometimes I dream I have snakes in my hair.