I slowly opened my eyes.
And the first thing that happens is, the damn morning sunshine momentarily blinding me.
I yawned, and sat up in my bed.
“UP! EVERYBODY UP!” somebody screamed.
I sighed, and glared at the floor.
That was Clare.
She is the boss of the orphanage that I live in.
She pretty much makes this place hell.
I stood up, and stretched.
I looked at the two empty green beds in my room.
I used to have roommates, but they got adopted a year ago.
I'm 17 years old, with long black hair that goes up to my waist.
My skin is a normal shade of white.
And my name is Violet Castro.
If anyone actually cares why I'm even here, it's because my parents died in a car crash, that I for some reason survived.
Ever since then, I've had a violent reputation, and my strength has gone though the roof.
I've had some temper tantrums and punched a few holes in the wall of my room.
And instead of being all bright and outgoing like I used to be, I now wear all dark clothing, and try to seclude myself from others at school.
I walked out of my room, and went into the rec room.
“Hey Violet!” Somebody said.
I turned and saw that it was one of my best friends Kat Taylor.
She had her long brown hair all nice, and she wore a bow.
Her skin is kinda the same shade as mine, and she had her dark brown eyes. And I noticed a bit of blue in her hair.
Kat has a nearly unlimited amount of temporary hair color.
And she has yet to go a single day without wearing the same bow twice.
I smiled. “Yola, Buddy!” I said.
We hugged, and walked to the couch to watch T.V
Some guys started coming into the rec room, and stared at me.
I sighed in annoyance. Even though I have a really violent temper, and reputation, guys still try and hit on me.
Kat also has her share of guys trying to hit on her.
I will admit, some of the guys are pretty cute. But none of them really stand out to me.
And Kat, simply ignores the guys who hit on her.
“Hey Violet, Hey Kat.” Said a guys voice.
Kat and I both sighed, and looked at the dude who was trying to hit on us.
“Hey violet, you wanna go out some time?” The guy asked.
I glared. And Kat was watching.
She already knew that this guy was going to get hurt pretty badly.
I stood up from the couch with a fake flirty grin on my face.
“Sure. How about now?” I said in a flirty tone.
The guy smiled, and put his arm around my shoulders.
I stroked his hand. And smiled.
Then while the guy wasn't looking, I took his hand, and flipped him.
