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black sleek hair, porcelain skin; nice curves in all the right places, well toned legs and arms, but, my eyes make me a complete freak! I have one silver eye and one sapphire blue one. The doctors came up with some weird explanation when I was a kid because I was born that way.
    The really freaky part is they change color. For instance when I was a kid my right eye was sapphire and my left was silver. The day after I found my father murdered in his recliner (I’m talking bullet through his head murdered) they switched color. It happened right in front of Gavin.
    We were eighteen and he had just dropped me off at home after a party. When I went inside the door was unlocked, but for my father to forget to the door wasn’t abnormal. However the pitch black and the metallic smell of blood was definitely not the norm. I found my father sleeping in his chair, or so I thought. I called his name and apologized for being out so late, but I received no answer. So I tapped his shoulder, nothing. Then I shook him, but as his head lulled to the side and I realized his eyes were wide open starring at me and there was a hole crusted in blood right between his eyes. I bolted from the house and managed to flag Gavin down before he made it to the end of the street. We called 911 from his cell phone and that’s when we saw the smoke coming from the back of the house!
    In mere seconds flames shot up into the cold October sky and we explained to the dispatcher that the house was also on fire. Gavin and I swore we saw two figures dart through the back yard and over the back fence which lead to the alley way.
    Like I was struck by electricity I shot off towards the house and cleared the front chain link fence without breaking stride. I rounded the house and saw my goal. I sprinted over and lifted the latch on the gate snapping the lead on Relic’s collar I quickly lead her around to the front of the house just as the dry brown grass began to burst into flames licking our heels. Gavin shook his head at me and reached his arms out to pull me into his chest. Gavin was always doing that, pulling me in close and trying to protect me from the harsh realities that had become my life. He should have known to trust me though; I wouldn’t run into a burning house with a murdered man in recliner even if he was my father. Someone set that fire and put that bullet in his head for a reason, maybe the house was booby trapped! At that point his parents pretty much adopted me and made us both finish our senior year. The cops never did figure out who started the fire and only Gavin and his parents believed me about the murder.
    Police claimed the fire destroyed any evidence that he was murdered. Something about the whole thing never sat well with me. Bullets leave holes in skulls and normal fires don’t burn hot enough to turn bones to dust, but I guess you just have to move on at some point. But like I was saying that was the night my eyes changed for the first time. As Gavin reached out to me I felt a sharp pain in my temples and my vision blurred. Gavin cocked his head to the side and his forehead got all wrinkly and his eyebrows pulled together. He asked if I was ok after I blinked a few times and I said yeah I was fine but why had he made that face?
    He told me my eyes turned completely white and then when I blinked the left was sapphire and the right was silver.
    Most people pegged me as a freak not solely because of my eyes, but the fact I didn’t really interact with people and I had never really had the need to pay any attention in classes to get A’s. It was like I absorbed everything through osmosis which I know is impossible, but it was the best explanation I had. People bored me to death, always droning on and on about superficial petty things. No one had character or depth. Gavin was an exception to that and there were a few others throughout life, but they always seemed to move away. So, I just kept to myself and went through the motions until