As I fell down, my blackish hair flew everywhere. Face down in the snow, I felt at home. It’s a peaceful feeling. The powdery snow just calms you down, makes you want to just lay down and never get up. Staring into the sky, I pondered the thoughts rampaging through my mind. I wondered what had become of my family, my friends. I left everything I knew behind, all because of a genetic disorder.
The kids in school always used to tease me about my discolored eyes, but in high school they became a source of popularity for me. If only for a moment, the girls would stare at me and not the jocks they were supposed to be faithful to. My silver and blue eyes matched the sky now. I could tell, because my glasses stopped the white from getting at me. Suddenly, I heard a crunching sound nearby, a person was approaching. “Phaxyl, is that you?” A girl’s voice asked. How familiar the warm voice was. I tilted my head to look at the woman. “Hello.” I replied, sitting up. She was unfamiliar to me, an alien. She smiled warmly.