[You weren't like the others, from childhood you were treated differently, exhaled from everyone. So you never really expected any acceptance and learnt to hate everyone.]

She trecked among the trees, down the dirt trail. She'd just gone berry picking and was humming gently. Until she paused in her tracks. You standing in front of her. Her eyes widen in fear.

—...Y-you're a- a—

she stuttered, the basket and berries falling to the floor in a spilled mess.

(describe your character!)