Clara, her eyes were as pitch black bold as she was deathly shy. She didn’t know her parents, she lived with them of course but they barely uttered words. Little was exchanged between the girl and the family she was an, the, outcast, sometimes she would have rather been beaten than ignored. But as it was her sister was perfect with the family eyes of crystal passed down from generation. Her mother was thin and her father barely graced being bald. Clara had but one freind Gi-Gi. She was imaginary . No ther children wanted to play with her. She was pale as if she had been drained of blood yet her hair no much lighter than the nights sky. She had never met her grandparents maybe that would have made a difference. Maybe they would have given her to them. She was almost surprised at the fact she had never been given up at all.

One day the family sick of the house moved for the sake of loosing Gi-Gi. And then so it came. Clara became the girl with no name.