The Unwanteds

The unwanteds…. that's what we called them. Because that’s what they are. Almost 200 years ago they forced us into a truce to end the Mega-War. At first we thought nothing good would come from making friends with this enemy, but when they sent the head soldier of their army, they revealed to us creations, secrets, weapons, and battle strategies that could’ve wiped us out easily so we figured we had no choice but to agree to the truce.

Soon afterwards some unwanteds were transferred to earth. The exception was that only 3,500 could come to earth. The scary thing was that they looked just like us, but there was one way to tell us apart. Every unwanted had deep purple eyes. There was a certain power behind them. Humans never looked unwanteds in the eyes in fear of what would happen.

One day after swimming at the pool me and my friends walked up the stairs to the snack bar. On our way through the door we spot a group of unwanteds sitting at a table. We roll our eyes and keep walking. We find an empty table and start seriously thinking about pizza. I go up by myself to get a bottle of water. The guy at the counter handed me the water with a small smile. Being flirty I brush the wet hair out of my face and smile back as I turn to walk away. My visit to cloud nine was soon ended when I didn't realize someone was in line behind me. Feeling stupid after running into them, because it made me drop my water and the change I hadn't gotten the chance to put in my pocket. Before I could think about it the person behind me was already picking everything up for me. When he finally stood back up and handed me my water I noticed his jet black hair. “Thanks…” was the only thing I said until I noticed his eyes. A striking deep violet. “Its fine…” he says. Already I notice his accent and deep voice. For some reason I don’t want to look away. Looking closer I can see specks of dark blue throughout the purple. A feeling stirs in my stomach when his hand touches mine as he hands me the change. A small smile forms before he steps up to the counter. I feel dazed as I sit down beside my friend. What just happened?  Even an hour later the image of his eyes is still burned in my mind. Is that what happens when you look into their eyes? I look over to him. I notice him quickly turn his head away. I look down at the floor and think “was he looking at me?”

For some reason I’m not worried about it. Something about him doesn't make me fear him like the rest of the unwanteds.

Reviews

[Terence Myers]

Beth. Sis. You are an amazing writer. Way better then me. But you should seriously keep going with this

[Erin DeLis]

I really like this story, it sounds like a great start to a novel. I love how you put the mystery behind what happens when you look into their eyes. Very well written :)