The Girl

She was taller than most girls, and that was the first thing people noticed about her. Then came her jet black hair, and often also her pale porcelain skin. Her large sunglasses served to hide her eyes from inquisitive glances, and helped her stay in her little cocoon of privacy.

Today she had dressed in the white shirt which was neither revealing nor constricting, and a simple black skirt. The black and white went well with her hair and skin, but only served to make her uncomfortable. The sole admission to her personality was the pink earrings which shone like little suns through the drabness of the dress.

On days such as this she longed to be far far away, and there seemed to be more and more of these days around. Days where personality went to die, and uniform won out.