I applied some makeup, just a little eyeliner and mascara. I flicked my hair and tied it up into a messy bun, then pulled down a few extra strands to frame my face and soften the look. I didn’t have some amazing hair color—it was just brown, boring and plain. I took a deep breath and looked at myself. I was wearing all black. The eyeliner made my unusual eye color pop. People often asked me where I got them from, my mom or dad, but I had no idea. I didn’t remember their eye color…or much of what they looked like. I tried my best to forget them. They weren’t worth remembering. My eyes were
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