What happens if you live a lie (an original story)
My first original story. Read if you wish
I always knew that I was different. It may have been because I was the only blonde in a pure red and brown haired family. Perhaps it was my eyes, the unnatural blue among the greens and the hazels or the ginormous height that I had acquired. But the most incriminating evidence may have been that I was the swimmer, always in the lake outside of our house while the rest of my family exercised their green thumbs. If they were green thumbs, then I was the poison that killed everything in sight. They kept me as far away from their prized orchard, yet were totally fine with me hanging out by the tree next to the lake. But none of that matters... at least not anymore. I had been lied to all of these years and I hadn't realized it...