My name is Gyani, and I'm 15 years old. I have dark hair and amber colored eyes. You might be wondering why I'm describing myself right off the bat. It's because I'm unique. Everyone is, but in our way, it's different.
The Perfects aren't.
They have green eyes and dark hair, and they tried to kill us a long time ago. There are survivors. We're the ones who don't have green eyes or dark hair. We live in a small, poor village, and the way we survive is stealing. We have Stealing Days on Wendsdays and Saturdays. We train the kids, too. I'm already done with my training. There are only around two-hundred of us left, and we can't reproduce, or else we might get noticed. Our village is in the middle of nowhere. The Perfects haven't found us yet, and hopefully they never will. But we are survivors.
Because we have skills.
Everyone is born with the ability to shape-shift. You have the invisibility skill of around the ages of 10-12. That's when you can start stealing, because that skill is crucial to your stealing abilities. I just recently got the speed skill, which increases your speed up to 15x as much as you could do anything. Still, there's many other skills. You get them every other birthday, but you stop getting them around the age of twenty.
Anyways, these skills have kept us safe, hidden. If we see a Perfect come along, we kill them. Yes, I know it may seem harsh, but we have to keep everyone together.
We also can't change our looks. I mean, unless you're an Unique. Wigs, hair dye, eye injections, you name it, those are gone. As in eradicated off the face of the Earth.
But then I met someone I won't forget.
This is my story, and this is how I saved myself and my village.