It doesn’t help that Mum and I aren’t getting along that well at the moment.

How can something that makes me a freak be beautiful? It doesn’t make sense.īut I tend to over-think every aspect of my life. They’re precisely midway between blue and magenta on the colour wheel.Īmber says I should be proud of their uniqueness because they’re beautiful. They’re not as deep as purple, or as light as lavender. I taught myself to conceal my differences, and so far I’ve avoided attention, but that’s only because, except for Amber and a few girls I sit with at lunch, I keep my head down.īut there’s something that’s impossible to disguise – my violet eyes. I could hear whispered conversations from the other side of the playing field as if I stood there too. I could run faster than boys who were older than me.

I’ve never had any major dramas in my life, so why do I feel this deep discontentment? It’s only when I’m out riding, sprinting across the plains beneath the cliffs of Mount Bungarra with the wind in my face, that I really feel like me.Įven when I started high school, I still felt disconnected. Until last year I used to be home-schooled, but now I go to Cedar Oakes High in town. I live on a farm in Cedar Oakes West where Dad breeds horses for show. To Zachary James and Josephine Anabelle: angels mine 1 Ebonyĭo you ever stare at your reflection and wonder who that person is looking back at you? For as long as I can remember I’ve felt different, at odds with myself.

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