i walked into the room adn looked at my surroundings. There was a large window on the east side of the room and a small painting hung beside it. My parent had sent me her to try and "fix" my rebeling streak. Truth was i wasn't rebeling. I just couldn't stand being there anymore. My parents had successfully kept me locked in their house for thirty years. I had long since tired of them hiding me away like i was a freak. It wasn't my fault i was a half-breed.
My mom had gotten knocked up by a human male and not long after me and my brother were born. My brother was strong, smart, and well lets face it, everything i wasn't. I was basicaly a human who never aged. I had no strength, had no abilities what so ever, andto top it all off i was the spiting image of my father.
I walked to the bathroom to freshen up.
i looked into the mirror and sighed. My long hair had been chopped off shortly before i came here and my blue eyes were weary. The showed pain and saddness in their depths. My cloths had been taking adn i now were a long sleeve blaser with a black beater underneath it and a green and black skirt. Damn this uniform sucked.
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