Chapter 4: Someone just pinch me right now!

"Well that was nice", Sherlock said after we kissed. I couldnt agree more...."Yeah...", I smiled dreamily at him. Im in love with him, but is he in love with me? Gosh, I feel like Im in a soap opera or something.

The "soap opera" of my life continued in perfect order. Sherlock and I hugged armourously. Yup, what my sister said was true, "It ain't no friendly hug!" A weird random fact that I learned about Sherlock: His hair is as soft as it looks and it smells like those cucumber shampoos. N-no, I havent developed a weird hair fetish

This is a very eventful day for me...I asked him to be my boyfriend. He accepted, YIIII!!!! Maybe if I get this over with now so I wont lose the nerve later. So after he accepted I...

I asked him to marrry me...

Chapter 3: Omg, I just got hit with a sledgehammer

I mumbled a feeble, "Hi".  Im afraid we both were kinda shy or something because I was looking up in the air and he was staring at the chair. Either that or he was simply not interested in me.

I finally mustered up the courage to conversate with the man with green hair,"Hi, Im Portia Sanford, whats your name?" "Sherlock d'Elgin", he answered with a smile. "That's a cool name!", I said brightly. Sherlock looked deep into my eyes, I stood frozen, would the spell affect our relationship? "You have such beautiful eyes, you know that?", He told me. "Does...does the spell affect you?", I asked fearfully.

Sherlock laughed, "Oh, you mean the happiness spell that is in your eyes?" I nodded, my palms were sweaty now. "No, no, no...that's my "gift", I can sense people's differences and not be affected by them.", He assured me. That was amazing, that was perfect! "Thats totally awesome!!", I shouted without thinking. I blushed and stuttered, " I-I mean um uh, th-thats cool." That was a failure.... "Yah, it IS pretty cool.", Sherlock grinned.

He reached out to hug me, "We are friends now, yes?" I giggled, "Oh yes indeed." My first friend in a long time...ok, he's my first non-family friend. My older sister was my only friend, Im afraid. Even my parents were frightened of me.

Sherlock look nervous for the first time I had met hm,"So Portia, since we are friends can we form a group?" I tried to appear calm but inside I was in practically in hysterics, "That would be lovely." After talking for a while, I mustered up the courage to do something Ive never done before.

I kissed a boy, I actually kissed a boy! He seemed to enjoy it too...does that mean that he likes me? Or is he a player or something like that. Ug, so many questions and too few answers. I guess Ill have to wait....and hope.

Chapter 2: What's your name, hotshot?

Suddenly, Cobalt ran away without an explanation. I ran after him and found myself at a coassaignment shop. "Cobalt, why..",  I started to say. "Oh gosh, you followed me umm...", Cobalt interrupted me," Well, I work here." My eyes lit up, " Thats awesome!" Darn happiness...making me seem all perky and everything. Cobalt looked like he was about to puke and then stared straight into my eyes, his countenance changed. I sighed, "Cobalt, look away NOW." "What?", He said vaguely, "Im sorry...Im just so happy I work at the coassignment shop with my wonderful boss." Oh brother... "COBALT!", I shouted. His eyes cleared, "Why are you yelling, Look I gotta get to work."

Cobalt got back to work. A man with eyes as pink as his was standing at the cash register next to him, he gave a brief nod in greeting to me. I noticed he avoided my eyes. Cobalt was a little miffed at me, to tell you the truth. "Look Cobalt, it wasnt my fault! I cant control this, this curse.", I tried to explain to see if it would get through his hard head. "Yah yah, I know...Are you going to by something or not?", Cobalt said not looking me in the eyes. To please him, I bought a chunk of smoky topaz. "Thank you for shopping Misty Isle Coassignment Shop, please come again.", Cobalt said lamely.

Feeling unwanted, I left. Before I was out of earshot though I heard the pink-eyes man say something to Cobalt. I paused, waiting. "So, she a friend of yours?", I heard the man ask. There was a slight pause then: "No, she's not." It was the man I had hoped to become friends with, Cobalt. I felt betrayed for an instant, betrayed and sad. But seeing as this curse prevents me from feeling any emotion other than happiness, it was only a mere second of that. I fled the coassignment shop, my heart falsely light with joy. "Stupid curse, I hate you.", I muttered to myself.

I called a taxi to take me away from that blasted coassignment shop. "Where to, Miss?", the driver asked. "Anywhere, I dont care.", I told him. We drove off, the driver tried to make some conversation, but Im afraid I was ill company and brushed his questions aside.

The taxi driver dropped me off at what he said was the library. "Why dont you read a charisma book.", he winked cheekily at me. I glared at him cooly, "Ill do that, thank you." He drove off and I climbed up the library steps.

There was only one man in the library. He had crazy green hair that looked so soft I wanted to just run my hands through it. I coughed to get his attention.  (Note: Sorry Glitchy Furniture)

He looked up with a cheerful smile and...well, this might sound totally ridiculous and all, but although I have NEVER been a firm believer of "when you find your soulmate you'll know" sort of thing, I think I found mine. If love at first sight means a heavy thumping heart and a feeling like I got hit with a sledgehammer, then...Im in love. And to think I dont even know his name.

Chapter 1: Grey-Skinned Men?

I shakedly closed the book, not wanting to read anymore. I though I should visit my neighbors, maybe they could give me some info. Plus, I want to meet other people like me...


I stopped at the door. I was scared for an second. Only a second....After that I was just happy. Would this person in this house be like me? Or worse...I dont know what to expect.  "Well, are you going to come in or not?", I heard a smooth voice yell from inside the house.

I didnt say anything and a man with strange grey skin, blue hair, and hot pink eyes stepped out of his house. He looked at me, "Your eyes...". I cut him short," They're yellow, I know." He gave a slight smile, clearly not offended by my rude interruption. "Do you feel happy?", I asked bitterly already knowing the answer. "Well before I looked in your eyes no, but now...", The man faltered. "My name is Portia Sanford, whats yours?", I asked him changing the subject. "Cobalt Hill.", Cobalt said with a wry smile, "Kinda fitting, huh...well, come on in Portia."

I walked into the house with him trailing after me. I just stood in the living room like an idiot. Cobalt leaned in close to me, "Portia, have they...done it to you yet?" For once my expression was that of fear, " N-no, done what?" He narrowed his eyes at me, "What they call "DNA extractions", have they done it to you yet?" I shook my head. "Well, you will, you will.", Cobalt said eerily.

Lets just say when Im scared, my always happy curse acts up. I started making faces and Cobalt looked at me strangely. "Umm...are you alright, Portia?", He said nervously. He probably was getting scared of me now, like all the rest of the people I met. "Pwefectwy fwine", I assured him, my words sounding odd because of my tongue sticking out. Cobalt eyed me critically, "Oh, this must be your difference or "gift" as the Agency calls it."

Probably to make me feel better, Cobalt started making faces too. "Mwight as well be a twosome", He laughed. I smiled at him gratefully. Maybe Cobalt will be my first friend.

Prolouge: In which the foundress is introduced and other things occur

My eyes had always been a source of ridicule. They are a pale yellow...Whenever people looked into my eyes, they said that they experianced a moment of pure joy. It scared them. My sister always told me that the gift of giving people joy even just for a second was a gift. I disagree, it was more of a curse my whole childhood. I was shunned by my peers, even their parent's feared and hated me. The basis of hate is usually fear so, I was hated by almost all the people I came in contact with. Why couldn't they understand that I wanted to be their friends? In a personality test, I was described as good, family orientated, friendly, charismatic, and possessing a good sense of humor.  It was a good result, but...I didnt have a chance to prove them. Try as I could, I could never hate anyone. Im cursed with the ability to not be able to hate and be continuously happy. Why would this seem like a curse? Well, I want to feel those emotions. Its like there is a gaping whole in my soul that no matter how happy I am I cant fill it.

Hurt by all the people who hated me in my old home I agreed to come to this place called "Misty Isle". It was for people like me, people with strange features who were misunderstood in their old homes. There are no condemnation here. Or so the "agency" said. "The Agency", as they simply called themselves, had put an add in the paper, calling all people with abnormal features to come and live in peace and harmony. I had instantly leaped at the chance without researching into it. My older sister begged me, no pleaded, me to stay. Her sweet voice rose unbidden in my mind, "Things will get better, please dont leave!" My heart ached for a mere second then I became completely happy again. Stupid happiness...why cant you let me feel sad?

"The Agency" had provided housing without a charge. That was a good thing because most of my funds had been depleted on the journey to Misty Isle. It was an alright house, nothing like the mansion I was used to living in. It would do, its not like I expected to have the big family that Ive always wanted. My eyes threatened to water, but my curse caused them to stay dry.

I walked into my new abode. There was a book waiting on the couch inside the living room. I picked it up, it was an....instruction manual?I started to read it: Dear New Resident, The Agency thanks you for participating in our project- I stopped short, what did they mean "our project"? I continued reading: Your special abilities will be a start of a new race of powerful beings. DNA extractions will commence every Tuesday. The Agency hopes that you will cooperate with the project and not struggle or cause trouble. If you do, things will be...difficult. Now that you are here, there is no going back. We hope you enjoy your new life.
Sincerely,
The Agency
A feeling of dread came over me, but was soon replaced with happiness yet again. I knew this was too good to be true.