My hair is so messy. There I was, like a statue staring at the mirror, in which my worried-looking reflection was staring back at me. My hair was chocolate coloured and it was so spiky that it shot out in many different directions. Still, I liked it that way. I blinked once, and a glister of light shone from the corner of my green pupil, and stung me like a tear would sting. I looked down, and noticed the scars on my arm from the fight I had a while ago. My claws glistened in the light, making them stand out from the gray colour of my scaly skin. My name is Vince, and I was about to go out on my first date.
I looked around for a clock, panicking about the time at that exact moment. My date Lhuna told me to pick her up at about 7 at night. My pulse quickened as I frantically started throwing stuff about looking for the time teller. Oh wait. I don't have a clock. Realising my folly, I rushed through the opening next to my mirror, and stopped by the stone outside my window. I looked at th