Carolina scoffed at the word normal. It had to have been her least favorite word, out of envy for it, or just plain dislike, just wasn?t sure. However, the rest of her answer made her think; he wasn?t selfish or manipulative as she had known other could be given his situation, it was odd to her.
?I?d be crazy not too,? she responded to his question. ?I actually tried to once, when I was little,? she said, laughing softly. ?I was, oh I?d say ten or so, and I got tired of all the looks I got at school. I mean who wouldn?t stare. I would kill others to live, and at such a young age too. Well anyways, I was fed up with it one day after having one of the worst days of my life,? she explained, over emphasizing the word worst. ?I had just been to my dorm, my parents had me in another boarding school at the time, and it was trashed. Someone had written the word ?Murder? on my walls in chicken blood. Needless to say I was pissed,? she said, her voice distant but still light. ?So I packed my little suitcase up and just walked away from the school,? she said, adding another breathy laugh in. ?Just like that, I just walked away and told myself that I would go live with the humans, then somehow I would magically become one. Great plan, right?? she asked sarcastically, looking at Dillon. ?I was in the police station not a day later with my parents trying to sort everything out. I figured I could just live in a mall, stupid, stupid idea,? she finished, laughing still to herself.
After she had gone back to losing herself amongst the clouds, a question started to itch at her. She chewed on her bottom lip, battling with herself whether it would be rude or not to bring it up. Despite her better judgment, she asked her question anyway. ?You?you said before that ?for once? you?d like to be normal. Did something happen to someone before because of?of your skin?? she asked tentatively.
