Anya Lily D5 DONE

The dark Rose has arrived

When looks cover everything you are, it makes it so easy to trick people into thinking your something you wouldn't be in a million years. When you are a pretty girl that seems to be sweet and innocent, nothing can hurt anyone, nothing can hurt anyone but the truth. It's always the most painful thing to know what is hidden from you, sometimes it's for your own good. Sometimes it's ten times better if you know the truth, especially about a certain black rose.

I'm Anya Lilly, I live in district 5 and I am a black rose. What are the black roses? We are a group of orphans in the district that live in an abandoned house at the edge. We get along all by ourselves and do the jobs that other people don't want to do, such as murder. We are everything from assassins to thieves. I'm just going to tell you the catch. We are all girls, we don't like boys. We think they're the reason for all the bad things on earth and that is the truth. Our number one policy is never to fall in love.

That might seem to you as we were a bunch of lesbians, that is not true, we are dedicated to never falling in love and staying forever young. That is why we don't have anyone older than 20 in the group. The eldest person is known as our queen. She is the one people in the district go to if they need our services. She is also the one who picks her heiress. At the moment our queen is my older sister Reyna. The queen is also in charge of picking girls, orphaned girls who seem fit to join our group.

I am next in line and have been waiting for the crown since I was 5 years old and joined with Reyna. Our parents were executed for murder and we were left alone. Ilana the present queen then, took us in. At first she didn't want to take me in, since she thought I was too young, but who ever knew that my long fingernails would ever do me some good? I've had a bad habit of never cutting my nails, because it made me feel more dangerous and because I could scratch my sister if she didn't give me what I wanted.

I was a sort of violent kid. I never really got along with anybody. The kids in my class always were scared of me, because I liked to come to school with a throwing knife hidden in my boot. They were also scared because of who my parents were and who my sister is now. No one ever got the chance to know me, they were all too busy being scared of me, maybe thats why I'm so violent, because I starve for attention. I want it, need it, and love it.

At first when you look at me, you would never think I was the child of two murderers, much less part of a gang. I have this innocent look to me. Light brown hair that is slightly wavy and if you look close enough you can detect some traces of blond. That is only if you look very close. My eyes are a pretty egg shape and pointed on both sides, but that's what gives the brown this warm welcoming feeling from the angel, when really it should be a cold stare from the devil.

I'm a bit chubby, I still have a tiny bit of fat left over in me, but that's another attribute that gives me my beauty. It makes my face a bit rounder, just the way any angel kissed girl would look like. I love the fact that I can pass my self for someone that only does good based on my looks. Honestly people ever heard the saying never judge a book by it's cover? It is a great lesson, especially if you're dealing with a person like me.

I have these pale pink lips that seem timeless and never are able to press into a smile, unless it's a cruel and wicked one. My nose is a bit pudgy, but not like a pig, it's still adorable and has the same light skin tone that spreads through my entire body. not to tan and not to pale, just the way I like it. I don't want to look like a ghost, but I don't want to look like a sun kissed brat either.

Now if you have learned a thing about me during this time you would know that to mess with me or the people I live with will be the worst possible idea. We are deadly and untameable, but we respect each and every girl, but if you are a boy beware of the black roses, because we don't just have thorns, we have black hearts. Hearts made out of stone.