Carina's life is affected greatly if not negatively by her facial flaws, as nobody wants much to do with her. Yet, they say don't judge a book by its cover.

   In a world where physical appearances are highly revered she finds herself struggling to keep up with these preferences which gets worse when she decides to take a job in the city, the melting pot of cultures-much to her father's chagrin.

  A few new people in her life, a wicked twist of envy and deceit and that's all it takes for her world to start crumbling all around her.

  Can she weather the storms that threatens to drown her therein and will her faith be rekindled along the line or will she lose it entirely?

Scar Red

It only lasted as long as it should. Long enough to allow me to reach his hand to grab my punch. It was the only thing that I could think of that would stun him enough and it did. His hand lowered immediately and I broke away before he could deepen it, sliding my cup out of his hand and downing its content at once. 


Once I'd drank it, I felt free and so light. Like I'd been carrying a large boulder and it had been lifted off. Giggles escaped past my lips before I could catch myself and my legs felt all wobbly. 


When I tried to walk, the ground spiralled around me and I felt like I was spinning fast. This prompted more derailed laughter from me as my legs gave out. 


He caught me at that moment and I continued laughing as he led me back to a seat. 


"You…" I poked his cheek, still laughing maniacally. "You...didn't...t-tell me there was some...thing in t-the d-drink." 


He said nothing to me, corroborating my claim. I hiccuped and gasped then started laughing again. 


Panic-stricken