• I never wanted to be something in life, or to do something. Im not special or beautiful. Im not self absorbed or a brainiac. Im just me, Mariana Meyer. My whole life has been involved with books, music, and poetry, and for the last sixteen years of my life that i've spent in the same 'ol town, nothing was the same the last year of my life when i was human.
    It all started in tenth grade i was quiet and conservative. i didnt care about no one and i did'nt care about me. i just went about in my normal and boring life. I always read books during lunch and they were mostly about the supernatural, mysterys, or just romance. "Mari", it was my foster sister, Jinette. We adopted her when she was just three, cause my mom wasnt able to have kids after me. She came running to my table with her curly blond hair bouncing behind her. I've always felt a little envious of her, it was probably her preppy personality, good looks, perfect toned skin and green eyes, but there was nothing i could do. She always wore a skirt even on the coldest days of winter and she always reminded me of the barbie doll, but she was always much more, smart and athletic, everything you could ever want in your typical perfect girl. She came to me with a full bright on smile, "What do you want Jin", i said in a perfect monotone voice i used often. "Why are you always sitting alone and reading books? I dont understand, dont you want to interact?" I put the book down and stared at her, "really? you want ME to interact, when you know people dont want to "hang" with me." She put both feet under the table and her smile dissappeared," so what your basically trying to say is that your scaring them away? Well you dont, its just that you dont talk a lot thats why. Your a gorgeous girl you need to, u know adjust to the now time." I looked at her through anger,"ADJUST?? what do you mean by adjust.." Thats when i saw her starting to look a little nervous," u know wat never mind, forget it , i hate fighting with you." I gave her a smug look," Yes and you know wat else it doesnt really matter to me what others think." Her eyes glistened with sadness," just trying to be nice, go back to your book." With that she walked back to her table and the bell rang to go to class.
    School ended and i was glad, and tired at the same time. When i went outside i heard jin call my name,"Sis do you need a ride back home", " No thats ok im going to walk", She jumped into her friends convertable," ok tell mom ill be home a little later im going to the mall." i nodded my head and right as i turn around i saw my dream car and thats what really got my attention. This dream car of mine wasnt just any sports vehicle or toyota, it was a mustang 68', polished green, leather interior, and a dream come true. i walked closer to see if it was really real, and it was. "Whos car could this be", i said so low i couldnt even hear it, and thats when my question was answered,"It's mine, a beauty isnt it?" I answered back," yes it is" and as i turn around to see the owner i see the most gorgeous man to ever exist. He had shaggy light brown hair long enough to look skaterish, long sideburns like from the old ages, and his eyes really got my attention, they werea gold/brown that seemed to be in contrast with his hair. he was tall and well built for someone who went to high school. He had dimples that would softly make little creases in his perfect smile and his voice was deep but not heavily. He observed me for a moment and smiled even more," you go here?" i stared at him a little,"um, yea and u? are you new?" There was a twinkle in his eyes, "yep, i was just doing a tour around the school, it seems nice but u never know till u get the opinion of someone who actually goes there." I looked at him unsure whether to trust him," its an ok school, decent but boring after a while." I felt self concious suddenly it was almost as if he could see who i am as if in my soul." Thats nice to know, well, im Matthew Davis but u can call me Matt." Suddenly a dark tanned lady came walking steadily up to him,"Matt are you ready lets go." I could tell that she was older then him by her calmness and the way she acted but otherwise that i could have mistaken her for a student. She liked and indian or like pocahonatas from the story, with her long, black, silky hair and her tan skin but suprisingly her eyes were the same color as Matt's but with a little more gold in them."Whos this", she asked as if she really was intrested.