You heard me right. =3 I want her intros critiqued. I have three of them for her: DNA, Gifted, and normal. I'll put them below.

DNA;;
A tousled head of curls pulled free of a ramshackle blanket, blinking blood-shot ice-blue eyes in the early morning glare of the sun's rays.
The teen had a tired, pale face, splattered with a faint trace of freckles that had been put there by the sun. Her eyes blinked, once, twice; adjusting themselves to the lightening in the gloomy-looking room.
In truth, the room -c- wasn't all that gloomy. In fact, it was more of a home to Aster then a house could ever be, no matter how cushy and comfortable that house may be.
She had been here since her parents had given her up. Why? Because they had said she was a freak. A flying freak with wings. Something they would feed to thier pet dog or cat, but never have accept as a daughter.
She hated them. And with a burning passion. Because they were normal. Because they had let this happen to her, though she wasn't quite exactly sure how, but she was positive they had let it happen.
An arm shook lose of the blanket, wiping across her face before returning to pull the rest of the covers off.
She stood, revealing a small, but very muscular and tall feminine form. A light-blue, over-sized t-shirt hung from her frame. But it was not so large that it didn't hide her half unfurled wings. The wings caught the sunlight, dancing in shades of light brown, dark blonde, and a creamy-looking white.
From where she stood, she could see the sun rising inch-by-inch into the sky. She stayed there, memorised by the simple beauty. Until an alarm clock broke into her thoughts, that's when she realised what time it was. And here she was, not even ready to leave!
Hurridly, she ran across the room to a pile of clothing laying on the floor. She drew out a pair of Levis, threw them on and grabbed a black tshirt. They were both dirty, but hopefully nobody would notice.
That and her wings. She desperatly didn't want to stand out, didn't want to be called a freak. But here she was, in a school of freaks, a freak amoung other freaks. Hopefully someone wouldn't toss the insult if they couldn't see her wings.
So with her wings tucked as tight agianst her back as she could, she left her room, in search of something to eat. -d-

Gifted;;
A tousled head of curls pulled free of a ramshackle blanket, blinking blood-shot ice-blue eyes in the early morning glare of the sun's rays.
The teen had a tired, pale face, splattered with a faint trace of freckles that had been put there by the sun. Her eyes blinked, once, twice; adjusting themselves to the lighting in the gloomy-looking room.
In truth, the room -c- wasn't all that gloomy. In fact, it was more of a home to Aster then a house could ever be, no matter how cushy and comfortable that house may be. She had lived in this room since her parents had d!ed, but even she didn't know how they d!ed, as people had failed to explain it to her. But she didn't care. She knew her parents were in a beautiful place. But what she hadn't understood at the time -c- was why her loving parents had left her to go to that beautiful place up above.
But now, she realized, with amazement, that she liked it here. That it didn't matter that they had left her behind to go to that beautiful place in the clouds.
An arm shook lose of the shoddy covering, wiping across her face before pulling the rest of the covers off.
As she stood, you could see a nightshirt -c- hanging limply on a skinny, yet muscular, feminine form. It was made of a light blue fabric, and appeared to have been a hand-me-down much too big for the teen.
But it was still good, so wear it she did.

From where she stood, bare-foot on the cold floor, she could see the sun rising bit-by-bit into the horizon. She stood for a moment, awed by such simple beauty that someone like –c herself could experience for nothing.
It was some of these simple joys that characterized her life and made it more enjoyable to live. But joys like such happened rarely, so she spent her free time drawing them from memory.
Behind her was her best drawing -- the sunrise she had just experienced, as she did every morning. Only with it on the wall, she could just almost see it whenever -c- she wanted to.

A breath filled the thin chest, causing the girls shoulders to shiver up and down. Walking across the floor to a small pile of dirty clothes, she drew out a pair of quickly fading Levi's and threw them on, along with a black tshirt. They would due for today.
Done with that, she rose and -c- quietly padded out of her home, ready to face the new day with welcoming hopes. -d-

Normal;;
Sunlight played across a bed, bringing out lively hues on the blanket covering the feminine form laying beneath them.
The girl groaned, drawing the blankets tigher around herself. Joy, the A.M. Time to wake up.
An arm shot out of the covers, pulling them off before she commenced to stand at the side of the bed, blue eyes surveying the mess she had made of the covers piled at her feet.
"Too bad," she muttered, tossing her head so that her curly brown locks were out of her line of sight. "They needed to be washed anyways.."
Silent feet walked her over to the window, where the sun had risen enough to produce a brilliant sunrise. She stayed there, raptured, fingers brushing the windowsill like she could reach out and touch the sun.
Today was going to be beautiful, she could just tell. This was how she always started her morning, watching the sunrise. And how she ended her day, but with a sunset. It meant so much to her that she could watch earth's beauty every morning and night, and all for nothing.
She turned away. Time to start her day.
Still silently, she snatched a pair of Levis and a black tshirt from her dresser, throwing them on before heading out her room door to who knows where. -d-