"I am so very disappointed in you. You had so much to live for." The leader of the crowd said, cheered on by the crowd itself. A young female was trapped in a glass dome, in which there was a trap door underneath. She wasn't struggling. "It is my order, Karma Jaey Reynolds, that you are no longer apart of the Akente community. You shall be dropped into the human land, where you shall fend for yourself." Even Karma's parents didn't react to this news. The only one who seemed to care was Karma's twin sister, Melody, who was howling with unhappiness. "Have you any last words?" The leader said, as the trap door began to slide open. "I have." Karma nodded, her eyes glinting. "See you in Hell." And then she was gone.
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With my light lilac skin, and long double tail, you would know just by looking at me that I wasn't human. Who'd want to be human anyway? Humans are pathetic, end of story. I guess I shall have to describe myself, which I don't really wish to do, but since I don't have a photograph of myself, we shall have to manage.
As I mentioned above, my skin is a light shade of lilac, and on my forehead there is a silver tattoo, which I was born with, of some strange silver lines, stars and well, other things like that. My hair is a shining silver, very long and reaching to the bottom of my back. Somehow, my hair always stays straight. I don't know why, so don't ask, okay? I have two sets of ears, one pair similar to yours, and the other pair on top of my head, similar to a cat's. Yet again, as I mentioned earlier, I have a long double tail, which can be hidden, but it's quite painful to do so. I can endure it however.
Now, that's over, let me have a little rage about the human stereotyping of us Aliens. You think we're like 'Take me to your leader biatch, or die, since we have these uber awesome death lasers that can kill ya and all ya puny humanoid buddies '. No. Just plain no. {Although, the one you call Lady GaGa does seem similar to one of our leaders. Only joking.} We are fairly civilized people, and respect many of our ancestor's old traditions. Actually why I say we, I do not know. I am not one of them. Not any more. They called me a reject.
I call myself a rebel.
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Only chapter one. You like?
