My Second Shadow

My Second Shadow

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He looked nervous "What aren't you telling me?" I questioned him Hesitantly he replied "You're not normal, Whisper." "What do you mean I'm not normal? Of course I am" I nervously laughed. "You're not normal, Whisper." He said more sternly this time, looking straight into my eyes. "You're like me" Why face instantly paled and my heart started beating rapidly after hearing those words. "Wha- what?" ___________________________ Whisper is just your average, perfectly normal 16 year old girl. Or so she thought. What happens when Whisper finds out that she is in fact not normal? What about when she finds out that creatures that were suppose to be a myth, really arn't? And maybe, just maybe, she might be falling in love with one of those "mythical creatures."
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*Previously named: I'm Not A Saint* ----- "Do you honestly not get it yet?" A small part of me questioning out of pure amazement, but mostly out of built-up anger. There's a slight pause before he responds, " That you're blind? Well no shit. I just wanted to know what the papers were." So calmly that it causes a shiver up my spine. Despite my whole body telling me not to, I turn in his direction. His words seem to repeat in my head. Any composure that I had-gone- replaced with an overwhelming amount of insecurity. The moment he said those words, I thought he could be the somebody. The somebody that wasn't like the rest of the students here. But instead a small gasp leaves his lips and he doesn't say anything anymore. I close my eyes and face the front of the class again. "No shit, right?" I mutter under my breath. My eyes will always be a clear give away to the fact that I'm blind. From my memory of before, when everything had color, they were a deep brown. After the accident however, most of the color left and a dullness entered, according to my mom. She claims they still have the appearance of normal eyes, just slightly discolored hazel ones. I will never be able to decide that for myself. ------

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