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Her eyes were closed, but her fair face hinted at nothing. Her small, full lips were curled up at the sides, sending the ripple of a smile all the way up to her soft cheekbones. They were high and regal, but didn't stick out that far. The bridge of her nose was the only thing she disliked about her appearance, all the many of her suitors would tell her in different melodramatic, overly-romantic, pathetic-but-cute ways that the small knot in her nose was all but ugly. It's okay to lie, they would think, for I need this conquest. However, that was her only flaw. Her hair was a soft blonde, with the curls of California and shoulder length locks. Her eyes were emerald, with a hint of a soul-stealing gray most days, but when she was especially excited, her eyes would be alight with a subtle blue, but enough to make any man want to kill himself for her. She was petite, with a perfect bust. Her stomach was flat enough, every man said, but to her, the little bit of hanging skin she had was disgusting. Her legs were blemish less and soft, her thighs tight. Her feet were always in a perfect arc, and were in perfect proportion to the rest of her 5'8" frame. Her backside wasn't expansive, but it was enough to make the boys stare from miles away. But even in all of this, on many days she humbly wore the clothes of a pauper. Today she was wearing a light brown sundress, which fit the occasion. She was sitting on a bench in front of the white sands of Virginia beach. Her soft hands were grasping the opposite elbow, and her legs were crossed at the ankles. Her small shoulders were scrunched up to her pierced ears, making her blond hair gently brush her silver studs.

They always told him he looked ridiculous. Constantly, the other kids would tell him that he was the strangest child that would ever live, and that he would get no where in life. They would tell him that only thing he could probably be successful at, given the way he looked, was killing himself. Generally, if any other kid heard this, they would become very sad, might turn to self-destruction, attempt suicide, fail, drink his liver away, and maybe, eventually, succeed at overdosing. But this boy couldn't hear. Along with talk, and his eyesight wasn't up to par, either. But he could still think. In fact, the child was brilliant. But it was his looks, and his disabilities that hindered him constantly.