Ember was an unusual child. Always admired from every angle, always very popular and very very pretty. She had long black hair that curled in neat spirals and swam around her face in even the lightest breeze; she even had a defined figure at the age of 11. Her mum always said she would attract the wrong sort of attention from the public. At first, Ember thought this wasn't true, yes she got a lot of attention for the pure reason she had very unusual eye, one was normal dark brown and the other was pure honey-suckle gold, but how could having a different coloured eye be bad? Surely it wasn't. But she couldn't be more wrong It was a good thing Embers mother never lived to see the brutal reality of her daughters future.
When I was around 8 weird stuff began happening, people followed me wherever I went. I would be flattered, but whenever someone was following me it was never for a good reason
They always looked angry, bitter, never adoring or kind like when I was a little girl.