A quick glance at my shoes has me bending down to retie them, then double-knot the laces in the hopes that the stupid things will stay tied.  Of all the ignorant things, to have my shoe laces prevent my escape would be hilarious and wrong in every sense.  Another glance through the barred windows confirms that it must be almost time.  The sun is just setting and I can feel the night breeze settle with a pregnant pause through the room.  The stupid cot with its disgusting sheets, well at least they had provided some, I suppose.  Still, the floor was more comfortable than the lumpy mattress anyway.  It wasn’t as though I would miss anything in this cell, the small cot, the sink and tiny mirror which had been broken the first day.  The tiny toilet was amusing as it would be clogged every single time it was used, causing me to have to leave while they fixed it anyway.  Whatever, logic isn’t a human’s strong suit obviously. 
That thought had me mentally backtracking to the day I’d found out I was something different than all the other humans I’d thought of as friends, kindred spirits, and, of course, made of the same things as myself.  I look perfectly human, normal face, normal size, maybe a little bit taller, slighter in build, more graceful, but I’d never noticed those things really.  They weren’t pronounced enough to make a difference.  It’s funny how exactly like everybody else we will try to make ourselves, even if it causes physical changes within us and limits our truest potential.  I was a sophomore in high school when I met her.  Sienna was absolutely beautiful, no doubt about her being something made of better stuff than us poor pitiful humanoids.  Part of it was just the jealousy of being me, not nearly as pretty as she was, not as graceful, etcetera.  Most of it was a deep down sensation that she was different somehow, better, more pure.  Even still I cannot describe the difference that was felt, is felt soul-deep.
Coming over to me, sitting at my table, she didn’t say anything for a while.  I just ate my sandwich and sat in silence, as none of my friends were available that lunch period and I didn’t have any of my books with me to amuse me while I ate.  So I stared at the brick wall of the cafeteria and wondered why in the world this beautiful creature had deigned to sit at my table.  As her head suddenly jerked towards me, I had the horrible sensation that she’s read my mind.  I took a chance and looked at her, straight in the eye, which may or may not have been a mistake.
“Beautiful creature?”  She smiled as she said it but it was a quirk of the mouth that was both sardonic and sad.
“Yes, creature.  Sorry, but you’re not like anybody else, somehow, although I couldn’t tell you how, and yet absolutely ethereally beautiful.”  My face flushed, but I could not seem to hold anything back as I stared into those jade pools of green, they had a hidden light behind them that kept you searching their depths for the hidden secret of their makeup.  “I don’t mean it to be offensive or anything, although I know it could be.”
“I know.”  She looked down then, breaking the eye contact, and I felt a sudden loss, as though the world had suddenly lost some of its color.  I shook off the feeling, with a foolish shrug.  What in the world had come over me? 
“Look, Sienna, I have no idea why you chose this moment to take notice of me, but” my mind blanked as she looked at me again, making eye contact, but I shook off the feeling, “but I’d like to know now if you will tell me.  Otherwise, I’d like to eat in peace.”  She seemed amused by my statement.  I knew that nobody in the school had ever really talked down to her and I didn’t know exactly why I was.  She is the not the most popular girl in the school, she was too different for that, but everybody knew her.  Everybody including the administrators, school board, teachers, janitors.  She was able to get whatever she wanted or needed with few word and a simple look but nobody thought she used her body.  Thinking on it, I wondered just what it was that enabled her to do that.  As I thought to ask, she smiled at me, said goodbye, and left the table, going to who knows where to do whatever.