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She was always a little bit different.<br />
Of course, everyone is a little bit different—she<br />
knew that.<br />
Still, she always stood out just a little bit more.<br />
Not at first glance though; most of her differences<br />
lay under the skin.<br />
Superficially, she was pretty.<br />
She had wide, kind eyes.<br />
She had smooth, unblemished skin.<br />
She had a bright, genuine smile that she shared<br />
with as many people as possible.<br />
She wasn’t without flaws; in fact, far from it.<br />
But she looked… nice. And it drew people to her.<br />
Getting to know her was a different story.<br />
Not that her looks gave a false impression.<br />
She was nice. She smiled a lot, laughed a lot.<br />
She was good. Mostly.<br />
But…<br />
She was a liar.<br />
She was horribly, horribly selfish.<br />
She was conceited and arrogant.<br />
Not openly, not obviously—it wasn’t a side of her<br />
very many people saw.<br />
Still… it was there.<br />
She knew. She was all too aware of her ugly vices.<br />
She felt like a Venus flytrap, an unsuspected<br />
danger for the “flies” she lured her way.<br />
She wanted to shout a warning to the world,<br />
“Don’t come too close! I’ll only hurt you, harm<br />
you.”<br />
She tried to tell people. They never listened.<br />
They never believed that someone who looked so<br />
nice could be such a destructive force.<br />
But she knew. She knew they should have taken<br />
heed.<br />
“They’ll get hurt,” she knew.<br />
They did. She cried.<br />
6<br />
She was always herself, never prone to putting up a<br />
front.<br />
She was an open book, emotionally.<br />
When she was happy, her eyes told you in emerald<br />
pools of light.<br />
When she was sad, they told you in trailing tears.<br />
Her anger was plain in the set of her eyebrows;<br />
her frustration, in the set of her lips.<br />
In times of misfortune, the world would know of her<br />
plight.<br />
Although her feelings were always apparent, they were<br />
not lasting—she was never one to dwell.<br />
There were times where she felt overpowered by the<br />
intensity of her feelings but, like the tide, they ebbed<br />
after some time, unfailingly.<br />
Even when she tried to hold on to some emotion,<br />
tried to remind herself that she had been murderously<br />
angry just an hour before—<br />
She could never re-summon the feelings that had<br />
tormented her,<br />
or banish the irksome and final sense of release.<br />
She loved easily,<br />
and was loved often.<br />
She cherished her time alone.<br />
She liked to ponder the workings of the world, the<br />
endless aspects of life.<br />
She was wise beyond her years,<br />
but she was still just a child,<br />
and she recognized the longevity of the journey ahead<br />
of her.<br />
She was afraid a lot of the time.<br />
She knew it would hurt sometimes.<br />
She knew the road would be rocky.<br />
But she embraced the challenge.<br />
She accepted it, welcomed it.<br />
She lived.<br />
Brittany Crowe<br />
Teacher: <strong>Ms</strong>.<strong>LeCren</strong><br />
<strong>Grade</strong>:12