You could tell she was athletic, or at least someone with a lot of energy. She had a beautiful smile that lit up her whole face and warmed your heart. Her long eyelashes framed her big brown eyes with hints of olive. Her hair reached her collarbone and was a dark brown that showed red when it was touched by the sun. She was average height, almost on the verge of being too tall. You could see her confidence in every step, and her hips swayed like she was dancing to a never ending song only she could hear. But alone, in her own little corner, she was nothing; unnoticed, untouched, invisible.
Who is She?
January 1, 2011