08-25-2006, 08:29 AM
The girl beside her patted Kayte on the back, "Hard luck," She whispered.
This girl was called Skylar. She had one greeny blue eye, the other just plain blue. Her hair was a white blue, streaked with pink, evidently dyed.
Skylar was tall, thin and a sweet girl, who led a charmed life. She put that down to a four leaf clover a stranger had gave her when she was 5 years old, now she was 18 with only slight bouts of inherited amnesia to dampen her day.
"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."