Whispers. They could be heard all around me, constantly reminding me of the fact that I do not belong. Sitting at the edge of the lake I found myself staring at my reflection, blue eyes, pale skin and pure white hair that was contrast to my tribes people who had black hair and darker skin coupled with emerald green eyes. It made me look like an alien freak while standing next to them. I could feel the wind getting stronger and the touch of it made my body shudder and my sensitive cheeks turn pink. I move my hand above the water and small waves start forming where my hands pass caressing my fingers. Although it was uncomfortable staying there was better than going back to the village and getting stared at like an injured animal that they have no intention of helping. I've lived with them for more than ten years, don't they get tired of slowly driving me to suicide. "Circe! Circe!" Aloud childish voice sounded across the lake attracting the...