Iris

My name is Iris Drabek. Why am I here? What am I? What's my purpose? I ask myself these question every day as I walk to crossgrove academy. I am different from other girls, my eyes are black as night with specks of gold that shine like the sun. Why did God make me like this? I know that we are all uniquely made by God in his image, by his hands, but we are all alike. Why am I so different from the people around me? Why am I different?