New Girl

I can't see a seat at first. I've never been on a bus as odd as this - I can tell just by looking at the people's clothes how strange they are.

"Hi," I say to a girl right at the back. "Do you mind if I sit here? There are no other seats." She looks dismayed, but nods.

"Yeah, okay," she says grumpily.

"Sorry, I don't want to disturb you ..."

"It's okay, honest," she says. She has a nice smile, but it doesn't look as if she uses it much.

"I'm Jenny," I say to her. "What's your name?" She looks at me, and turns away. Fair enough. It's pretty rare for someone to tell their name straight out, especially when they see my eyes.

My eyes. That brings me to a completely different point. Well, my eyes ... They're green, sort of, but with gold and silver swirls that move according to my heartbeat. I was born like that. And my skin is the same - if I'm hot it goes brown, like a tan, but if I'm cold it's dead white. I'm a freak. And yet, unfortunately, I have no special powers ... at least, I don't think I do. ...

The End

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