If you split our county up, you’ll get the Irresistibles and the Untouchables. Two completely separate areas, very well aware of each others’ existence, yet never too fond of sharing it.
I mean, sure, Untouchables don’t care whether or not they’re down there or totally up high. They never do. Come on – the way there’re placed and named. The Irresistibles, with their hills and mountains and mansions. Then there’s the Untouchables…their flat land. The feeling of being in poverty and the eyes that reveal the torture that goes back generations of lives.
The two aren’t too hard to tell apart by looks, either. You can always tell an Irresistible from an Untouchable. For one, they all have the dark, black eyes that seems to pierce into your soul. Then, the black-streaked-brown hair. It’s not what you might think ‘streaked’. It’s black…yet it’s brown at the same time. Nobody can tell when it’s going to be one or the other. I realize that it does not make much sense right now as I’m trying to explain it, but it will eventually.
The Untouchables. It’s near impossible to describe them. The eyes – all Untouchables have very distinctive eyes ranging from every color spectrum known. Except black. Oh, no. Black eyes are only for the Irresistibles. The Untouchables’ hair are similar to the Irresistables’. But besides the black-brown color, there’s the black-red color. It’s not an bright-apple red; more of a dark, violet-red. One that you would never noticed unless sunlight is shed upon. That is why it is near impossible to tell the difference between an Untouchable and an Irresistible in the High Land, where Irresistibles reside. Because there is no sunlight.
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