THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT HER THAT no one could understand-something that made people wonder about her. No one could exactly pinpoint what it is that made her so special, so unique. Was it her hair? Soft and bright, a blonde beacon in the dark. Was it her hazel eyes? Everlasting pools of golden brown, or maybe her soft skin? To her, she was an ordinary girl; no more, no less.
Full of curiosity about the world, and herself, she never understood. People look after her, and she looks after herself. The words average, normal, ordinary are what comes to mind when she thinks of herself.
Though she doesn’t truly realize just how special she truly is...