She was rather small.

Maybe only five foot or so.

With deep brown, almost black, hair.

She was a sight for sore eyes.

She had a slightly narrow nose.

Her skin was beutifuly flawless.

Her cheek bones were high.

Her bottom lip was more full then the top.

I could see h er collor bones through her shirts.

She had a little waist and a full chest.

She was talented.

With a voice like an angel, and a hand like Picaso.

I loathed her.

And at the same time I wanted to be her.

She was beautiful.

And she caught his attention, while I thought only I had it.