10,000 Words 86: Freak

She took stock in the mirror, trying to see herself through the eyes of those who mocked her. She was too pale, for a start. You could almost call her silver. Her hair made her stand out from the herd as well. No wonder they snorted behind her back! Instead of the sleek black or warm auburn manes and tails of her peers, hers fell in otherworldly violet ringlets.
She dreamed of treatments – dye, make-up, anything to fit in.
There was no point though: not with that freakish, twisted horn growing from her forehead.
She sighed; she’d always be ugly.