Twisted way. Blaze& Wildpelt

I was sitting on the bench I sat on everyday after school. I was in my over coat, and short, and tank top. It was snowing out side, so many might ask me why I was wearing such odd clothes. Well, to be honest, not many people would, because my coat came down over my legs. That was thanks to my parents... Well, I'd hardly call them that.
Yes, I was very cold. The snow pierced my skin, though it felt better than fire. Ug, to even think of fire gives me chills up my spine. I hadn't cried once when I came to contact with it, but think of it made me want to. I could still smell burning flesh. I looked down at my purple hands, then began to cough. I had long silvery hair, it cam down close to my butt. My eyes are sky blue, with a hint of green at the bottom. I felt almost like an old lady with all my features. All I needed was wrinkles.
I felt so alone now. People thought I was weird at school for wearing the same thing day in and out. My teachers would make me take off my coat, so I was freezing all through my classes, and not one person ever talked to me. I was truly alone. I was tempted to go back to the demon's lair that once owned me.
I kept coughing, until I held my breathe to make me stop. I was thinking about a project that was due in a week. We were suppose to have partners, but nobody would ask me. I, of course, didn't ask anyone myself. I don't like talking to people. I understand why I am so despised, though.