She was quite confident and bold. She was strong and brave but no one ever knew the other side of her. The other side where she was shy, the other side where she was weak and afraid, where she was alone and on her own.
She was a book, a book full of secrets.
Her personality was mysterious not everyone could understand her. She never looked nice because she wasn’t ordinary. She was a piece of art and art isn’t supposed to look nice it’s supposed to make you feel something deep inside.