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This is my first story in the genre, so if you have time please READ and REVIEW. Or just review, but that wouldn't make sense...

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My parents Sal and Lenore are lesbians, hippies through and through, and I love them. I'm adopted, no surprise, and a mix of so many ethnicities that I'm a patch work quilt.

My hair is naturally black, shoulder length and wavy when it's down, with shadowy crystal blue eyes, glacier cold, hard, and distant. I'm an average height and size, slim but built and most of the time appear as though I'm drowning in my own clothes.

I'm actually quite petite but due to my choice in clothing, the bagginess hides it and people down really know how I'm built. Petite yes, but I'm also fairly strong. Okay, unusually strong, even if I were a guy. Pretty? Yah, yah, I really don't care. Personally, I think I'm so-so. My nose is too big.

I mostly where black, so at first people think "goth". I hate labels. My favorite color actually happens to be green.

My family isn't poor; we're not a trailer group. If I grew up in one place I might once have been labeled a rich bitch, but I'm not a bitch (I hope) and I didn't, don't grow up in one place. Lenore's work moves around a lot, owing to living in Manhattan, LA, Seattle and Houston in one year. I've been home schooled my whole life by Sal, who wanted to be a teacher all her life but ended up as a professional photographer. Oh well.

Oh yeah and my name is Xentyra Kozicki.