Prologue: The Girl with the Scar

|One| 

Lately there have been rumors spreading around about me. And there's nasty rumors too. It's all this nonsense about me being a gang member and all. Which is not true at all. It could be my particular hair color. 

My hair color is pale honey and has streaks of red, most people tends to thinks it's dyed. Which is sadly not. I inherited my pale honey color from my mother and red from my dad. But there's no reason to judge because hair color.

Or could it be that…?

|Two|


When I was younger, I was almost killed. Well actually… not by someone, but an strange beast and fast one too. I was only nine and don't remember much only to be knocked out.

. . .

It was a summer day, and I was out with my family camping in this camping site. My older brother and sister wanted to go exploring and I followed. 

We went on top of the hills and into the forest. It was just then when I wandered away from them. It was stupid thin to do, and I was found by someone that was not human.

It was a beat with claws and it jumped on me. The beast had this strange aura surround it and it began to sniff at me. I was whimpering loudly and it suddenly raising it's claw against me, striking the right side of my face, making a long crooked gash across my eye and to my cheek. I was screaming in pain and it soon run away seeing my parents comes to save me. 

My dad grabbed me and carried me in his arms as I cried, comforting me and ran back with my mom to the camp site, where my siblings were waiting and crying for me. 

|Three|

Now I have an scar across my right eye and my cheek, and I'm blind on one eye. It must be my scar for others not speaking to me, and I look like a scary looking sight. 

But there's no reason to spread rumors about me about things that aren't true. Yet, when your in high school, rumors don't go away easily. 

. . .

|Four|

"See that girl sitting near the window?' 

"You mean with the one with that scar"

"Yeah isn't she strange and that scar looks scary."

"I wonder where'd she get that scar…."

"I heard she was in a gang and -------"

"Shh! She's looking our way!"

I face them unhappily frowning as they looked away pretending to not about me. It was mean and I have to go through this everyday. 

All students will just know me as the girl with the scar, never as my true real name. Which no one cares about, only I do. 

'Shion Ficali…' I whisper my name in silence.

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