Original Fiction by flickagirl
This first chapter will not be like most first chapters. Usually, in the first chapter of a book, you learn the main character's name. But I don't have one. Not a real one, anyway. My foster mother calls me Abigail, but that sounds too sharp, not like me at all. The one person who loves me calls me Honey, but most people just call me the dead face girl.
Now I should probably tell you what I look like, to deserve such an awful title. I have long black hair that almost always drapes over my face. I'm short for my age, only four foot eleven, and I always wear dark clothes (mostly because the sight of me in bright colors would make everyone drop dead, literally). Even though these are the things that you notice about me right away, if you're lucky, none of them is the thing that really gets people, the thing that earned me my name, no. That prize belongs to the thing lurking behind the curtain of black hair. Yep, you guessed it. My face.
People who are brave enough to talk to me tell me that I look like a zombie, a freak of nature. I know from the few times I've looked in the mirror that those people are right. My face has no expression what-so-ever. It's true, I look dead. No matter how hard I try to smile, no matter how much makeup my foster mother smears on me, I still look that way. And I always will.