The Sixth Lion
(Please have mercy on me, I'm a little rusty when it comes to writing. -~-)
"She's so strange."
That's the only sentence you heard at the Garrison.
Of course, you were the strange one. Every time you walked past someone, they would say that. It would never stop.
Well, you did have your hoodie on all the time with the hood up. You did wear the Garrison uniform, but you always wore your hoodie outside your dorm, with your hood up.
ALWAYS, with your hood up.
People never knew why, except you.
You were a unique alien race, and every time you felt an emotion, your hair will turn a color.
You felt like if you showed that to everyone, they would kick you out because you weren't human. So, you never took off your hood.
You were a fighter pilot in the Garrison, another factor about you besides your mysterious personality that made you well known.
You were paired up with cadets Lance McClain, Hunk Garret, and Pidge Gunderson in the simulator. You were the co-pilot.
After bombing the simulator (*cough* Lance *cough*), you snuck out of your dorm room one night being super stealthy. You wanted to take a visit to the roof, just so you can get some air.
But then, you saw Lance and Hunk going somewhere, so you followed.
You didn't expect to stumble onto the rooftop.
And you certainly didn't expect the events the happened afterwards.
(I know, terrible, right? Well, hope you enjoy reading this trash! I won't post frequently, since school is starting up soon. Well, Toodles~!)