"Josie!! Come out from the rain this instant!!" The mother of the orphanage shrieked.

But i didn't want to come inside. I always feel calm in the rain, but I suppose it explains why I was always a sick child.

To be corrected, I was always pretty lonely.

I had no friends in the orphanage. Nobody wanted to adopt me, only because they say I look like my fatehr, or I look like my mother. I never met my true parents, so i won't know who they were or why there were greatly despised.

My name is Josie, though i was not given a last name, so I'm plain Josie X.

I am 15 years old, I have intense black hair, as black as a raven, the night, an onyx gem, basically an intense black. My lips are red, naturally red, and my eyes are black, not completely, but actually black. No browns or blues like the other kids. Just black. I am also very pale- probably too pale. Maybe albino won't cover it, really. Not sure how to put it. Maybe like i got a stomach flu that makes your face loose all color. One thing's for sure, I'm not a simple peach color.

Like i said, not sure.

I don't know anything about the parents that bought me to this world. Only thing i have since i was a baby was this oddly soothing voice in my head repeating the same thing every night to me:

Go to sleep.

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Picture on the side is Josie X. ---->>>>