She is sunshine in all that she is, pure happiness floating through every vein and artery, a pale yellow glow, following her everywhere she goes. Bricks are hurtled at her, but they just bounce off, a meaningless obstacle intercepted by gold. Her smile is brighter than the sun itself, and its golden rays are infectious to every bit of decay she is surrounded with. Strands of pure gold flow from her golden mind, turning her appearance into a pale yellow orb of intelligence, impossible to hide.


She is a golden life form, her words and actions softer than pale yellow cotton, fitted perfectly to her golden soul.


Bricks are thrown back and forth, she tries not to let them dull her glow
She has a glow of which she doesn’t know,
And a pale yellow force-field, which she takes with her wherever she goes.