I don't remember anything before age ten...that's when they took me in...my tenth birthday, the orphanage owner dragged me out to see them. A woman in her late thirties with long curly golden locks and emerald eyes that glittered in the dim lights, her skin was peachy and delicate and her cherry blossom lips formed a heartwarming smile. The man beside her was much taller, in his early forties with ebony hair, tanned skin and amber eyes that had a shadow to them, his smile was forced and tight lipped as he looked at me. I looked nothing like them, I was tall with long wavy midnight blue hair, my skin was snowy white and my sharp eyes were a dulled silver, my scarlet red lips formed a shy smile as I hesitantly approached the woman, standing next to her. The woman lead me to her car and sat me in the back seat.
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Hidden identity
RandomFern is a young child that has lost her memory, enter her world as she navigates through life and tries to find answers
