<span style="font-style: italic">Why am I so different? Where are my real parents? WHO are my real parents?</span>These thoughts entered Sion's head frequently. With it now being officially Winter, she jammed her hands in her coat pocket as she walked to school, the first snow crunching under her boots as she walked, and an icy wind blew from the North, bringing the cold air and the snow that came with it. Puffs of white escaped from her nose and mouth whenever she breathed.<span style="font-style: italic">Thank Heavens it's not any colder or I'd turn into an icicle.</span>She looked up and could see the high school and sighed. Another day of nagging teachers and boring lessons. Her silver eyes, eyes that glowed under any natural moonlight, blinked as she approached the all to familiar building, trying to make it through her senior year of high school and graduate.<br/><br/>As she entered the building of learning, she instantly felt warmed from the blustery cold outside, her boots squeaking on the linoleum floor as she made her way to her locker, unknowing what soon awaited her tonight, having turned 18 yesterday. While she got her locker open and freed herself of her backpack and coat, she had no idea she was about to find out just who she was.<br/><br/>Silently she gathered her books, brushing a lock of raven colored hair from her face, not overly eager to start the school day, her ivory skin a bit pink from just having arrived outside the school from walking in the Winter weather outside, never really having any friends, knowing she was a freak, what with her silver eyes and slightly longer fingers.