For centuries I have lived in hiding, looking for answers. It was quite difficult since I hated the human species, they are weak, they cry all the time but still they would have made great slaves.
There is a particular human I hate more than anyone else, a girl, who would mess things more than anyone else could, but then why, why does her face haunts me in my dreams?
I am awkward, I am clumsy and there hasn't been anyone who haven't me told to be careful. But still I love my life, with my friends, my colleagues and my grandma.
Good things don't last long, do they? Not when suddenly your world turns around, all because of a Jaw Dropping, Handsome Asshole, for whom I am as good as invisible.
My Name is Hazel and this is my story.