The first six weeks of school. It's not easy for everyone, but it was definitely hard on a certain girl. No friends yet, and it's already the fourth week. She had black hair and brilliant hazel green eyes, ones that no one saw shine that much.
She kept her head down. She paid attention in class, and got great grades. She always had a horrible case of acne, being in the sixth grade. At first glance, she was ordinary.
When someone looked at her, did they see an amazing artist? Or an awe inspiring author? Definitely not. No way. But she was. During lunch or recess she never spoke to anyone, she had just lost her grandmother.
No. Her head would be down, staring at a book, or facing a blank sheet of paper, her hand moving rapidly in order to make a masterpiece. She had a desirable body,