-Prolouge

-Birds across the sky

I stared at the inky black sky with patches of gray, covering the moon from it's rightful place as king of the night. These eerie gray clouds slid slowly across the sky as I gazed at them from my bedroom donor window.

Soft 'pit pats' of rain tapped the window. I flunked out onto my bed.

"This weekend sucked."

It was the last day before I started school again as a junior at Frank-Ace High.

I had planned all sorts of things to do this weekend, however the untold rainy weather had ruined anything I wanted to do. I turned my head and stared at my pale reflection in the mirror. I pulled on a strawberry lock to verify if it was real. Nobody knew where the odd color of hair had come from, except that I had it The doctors called it "A boon bestowed from Mother Nature herself."

I called it "the ugliest and rattiest thing I've ever seen."

It did nothing to complement my pale skin or my deep green eyes. Emerald I think.

In fact my eyes against my skin made me look paler if anything. My mom won't let me dye my hair a normal color, because she says "you shouldn't cover something beautiful dear." Ugh. As for my skin, I couldn't get a tan if I tried. I'd probably get burned, if anything. My figure is far from perfect; far from anything. I'm probably one of the smallest things you've ever seen. An anorexic would look like Pamela Anderson next to me.

I now stared at the poorly wrapped hello kitty diary on my chipped dresser. My best friend Ino's birthday present. She had a current obsession with Hello Kitty because she said it reminded her of young she used to be. Her birthday was today, but I didn't go to her party. The fact that it had been changed from a pool party to a movie party didn't change my mind. I just didn't go to parties. The last one I went to was my baby cousin Momo's. I was nine, she was three, and the entire time you had a bunch high on captain crunch and Hi-C punch kids screaming all over the place. One kid needed stitches on his eyebrow, because he tried to show his aunt how the witch from "Bed knobs and Broomsticks" fell of her broom. He flipped off the couch head first and scraped his head on the coffee table. My cousin Momo spat up on the cake, so I couldn't even enjoy that.

The reason I didn't go to this party however wasn't because I was afraid of a kid getting stitches. I just didn't want to spend the day hanging out with preps, crying over "The Notebook". Nor did I want to gossip about how Hinata had gotten her hair cut from her hip to shoulder length or how cute Naruto had gotten, since he moved back from the States.

I rolled over on my empty stomach and kicked off my beaten gunk-green converse.

You know that feeling when you're about to fall asleep and everything looks seems so surreal? Right before I closed my eyes, I remember looking around my plain gray colored room, illuminated by the hallway light. I looked out the window, listening to the lullaby of the rain. Strange black birds fluttered across the sky.

"Huh?" Then my eyes sunk into darkness.

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