Dark Promise Between Worlds, Book 1

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I dabbed more concealer on the star-like birthmark near the corner of my right eye. It was useless; the cover-up seemed to melt away when I put it over the pale shape—stupid birthmark. I considered making it pop like I sometimes did by drawing lines to make it look like a shooting star or outlining it with bright eyeliner to make it stand out—not that it didn’t already stand out next to the sapphire blue of my eye and my insanely pale skin. But if I tried actually to cover it, it rebelled—almost as if it had a life of its own.

With a sigh, I carefully placed the makeup back in the medicine cabinet, ensuring everything was perfectly lined up. I switched a couple of tubes around until they were colour-coordinated and then arranged everything to face front to back. Things that were out of place drove me crazy. I returned to my room and stopped at the little white desk my dad had made for me when I started middle school. An eerie feeling came over me, like I was being watched from beyond the window. Leaning over the desk, I pushed the turquoise curtains to the side and peered out, trying to find the source, but as usual, I saw nothing out of the ordinary.