Born Different
Hola, this is a story written by: the_unknown,ChocolateHorse,volleyballgirl527, Johanna_Mason, kea_emalia and isohearthaven. In total there is about 10 characters.
Enjoy! ^.^
Name: Kamilla Winters
Appearance: Long wavy red hair. Amber/green eyes(changing colors). Fit. Skinny. Average height
Birth date and time(you can make up an event if you would like): April 22, crack of dawn. The day a forest fire obliterated her village leaving just her.
Age: 15
Personality:nice, outgoing when you get to know her. Can be sneaky and mysterious. Loves making new friends. slight temper.
Family information: All known family died in the fire or before she was born.
Crush(optional): none.........yet XD
Favorite color and time of the day: Pale green and dawn
other info: she only has a locket of her parents that was found unscathed by the fire.
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" KAMILLA!!" The old, head of the orphanage, Mrs. Yule, yelled at my masterpiece made during art.
"What?" I said innocently batting my currently amber eyes.
" What do you make of this?!" She exclaimed her ratty voice creating an echo in the empty room.
"Oh, that's a painting. DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU?" I said slowly gesturing to the painting on the wall.
" I know what a painting is you ignorant child. Why does it seem so violent?! Ms.Grace said SPECIFICALLY to paint something soothing,...like this flower." She holds up a three year olds definition of a flower. " Not a burning village!"
" I was expressing my 'creativity."
"Creativity my dentures, That was your last strike young lady. Now you must go to that camp or boarding school..whatever it is for troubled children."
"Bu-"
"NO 'buts', Now go pack up your things. The bus leaves tomorrow morning at 7 o' clock sharp by the front door."
"Ple-"
"GO,NOW." I trudge up to the stairs to the room I share with 10 others.
"Stupid headmaster sending me off to some stupid school." I mutter rubbing my locket. The only thing left by my parents. Some kids get cars and toys, But all I got was a locket from deceased parents. Fighting back the tears, I grabbed my worn suitcase. It used to be A soft blue but now you can barely even see a trace of that.
I stuffed everything I owned into the suitcase which wasn't much: a toothbrush, some slightly tattered clothes, untouched Blue contacts and Blond hair dye that mysteriously appeared in my suitcase one day, blankets, headphones and my iPod classic i found in a gutter near the road.
Stuffing the suitcase under my bed, I climbed into bed with my shoes on and looked outside the window as the small forms of kids ran past it.
'At least i leave close to dawn.' I think to myself falling into a dreamless sleep..
Hola, i hoped you enjoyed the beginning of a new series.
Reading books and going on Pottermore,
the_unknown
Appearance: Long wavy red hair. Amber/green eyes(changing colors). Fit. Skinny. Average height
Birth date and time(you can make up an event if you would like): April 22, crack of dawn. The day a forest fire obliterated her village leaving just her.
Age: 15
Personality:nice, outgoing when you get to know her. Can be sneaky and mysterious. Loves making new friends. slight temper.
Family information: All known family died in the fire or before she was born.
Crush(optional): none.........yet XD
Favorite color and time of the day: Pale green and dawn
other info: she only has a locket of her parents that was found unscathed by the fire.
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" KAMILLA!!" The old, head of the orphanage, Mrs. Yule, yelled at my masterpiece made during art.
"What?" I said innocently batting my currently amber eyes.
" What do you make of this?!" She exclaimed her ratty voice creating an echo in the empty room.
"Oh, that's a painting. DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU?" I said slowly gesturing to the painting on the wall.
" I know what a painting is you ignorant child. Why does it seem so violent?! Ms.Grace said SPECIFICALLY to paint something soothing,...like this flower." She holds up a three year olds definition of a flower. " Not a burning village!"
" I was expressing my 'creativity."
"Creativity my dentures, That was your last strike young lady. Now you must go to that camp or boarding school..whatever it is for troubled children."
"Bu-"
"NO 'buts', Now go pack up your things. The bus leaves tomorrow morning at 7 o' clock sharp by the front door."
"Ple-"
"GO,NOW." I trudge up to the stairs to the room I share with 10 others.
"Stupid headmaster sending me off to some stupid school." I mutter rubbing my locket. The only thing left by my parents. Some kids get cars and toys, But all I got was a locket from deceased parents. Fighting back the tears, I grabbed my worn suitcase. It used to be A soft blue but now you can barely even see a trace of that.
I stuffed everything I owned into the suitcase which wasn't much: a toothbrush, some slightly tattered clothes, untouched Blue contacts and Blond hair dye that mysteriously appeared in my suitcase one day, blankets, headphones and my iPod classic i found in a gutter near the road.
Stuffing the suitcase under my bed, I climbed into bed with my shoes on and looked outside the window as the small forms of kids ran past it.
'At least i leave close to dawn.' I think to myself falling into a dreamless sleep..
Hola, i hoped you enjoyed the beginning of a new series.
Reading books and going on Pottermore,
the_unknown
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