Pilot

My name is Kora, your average fucked up 17 year old, I guess I should start my story, and I guess we can start when I ran away. My parents were good people, my mother a literal goddess, and my father the kindest man you'd ever met. Sounds great right? You're probably wondering why I would run away from them.. well I didn't. They disappeared about two years ago, and since everyone thinks they're dead they sent me to go live with my aunts, they're a nice couple when u first get to meet them, but I swear I've never met anyone faker than them. An abusive pair, I mean, they never wanted me, of course they'd treat me like shit. I can't help but be angry at them though, it's not like I asked my parents to disappear. I miss them a lot, I've just never been the type to show much emotion. I know what you're probably thinking. "Great. Another stereotype. Another quote on quote bad girl story."

Well I don't think I'm much of a stereotype at all, but, think what you want. I had to leave my aunts' home. I couldn't bare it. So I packed my back and now I'm in New York alone. I doubt my aunts will find me, or even want to. You probably wanna know how I look, maybe not, but well I have dark brown curly hair, almost black. My skin is a lighter tan, and I have purple-ish eyes, it's a genetic mutation. I'm 5'3, and have a few tattoos that you will learn about later. Anyway, it's September and I start school soon, in a few days actually. I've been dreading this day for weeks mostly because I barely have a place to live and now I have to find a place to do homework.