She had always been that shy girl in the back, with dark hair and easily ignored. Her head-bent, stoop-shouldered stance told you to ignore her. Don't get me wrong, she knew when to smile at all the right times, she just preferred to protect herself behind four thick walls that she pretended were her pale, crossed arms. She believed that her weak arms were strong enough defense for her paper-like heart in her chest.
Oh, did I ever tell you that girl was me?
Created: Jun 02, 2010Document Media