Chapter 10: Anomaly
“ Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony. ” — The Brothers Grimm.
“ I don ’ t have a nickname yet, ” I admit.
“ Really? None of your friends ever tried to shorten your name before? ” Theo asks curiously.
“ I don ’ t really have any friends. I spend my days studying. Apparently, that ’ s not everyone ’ s favorite thing to do. ”
His face turns a fraction solem. “ That must be lonely. ”
“ Not really. I ’ ve got my teachers to talk to, at least. ”
“ Don ’ t you ever wish that you ’ ve got friends your age to talk to? ”
“ Sometimes. I wish someone could have been more like me, so we can study together. ”
“ Or you can be like them, ” he suggests. “ I don ’ t think there ’ ll be anyone like you. You ’ re to different. ”
“ Yeah, I know. It ’ s
