Dead and Crinkled Flowers [ON HOLD]

Chapter Three: A less brief description of the woman with the dead flowers

Her name was Brooke. Brooke Myers. She had blonde hair that carried the sun's rays like they were children and she laughed beautiful music. Every time she walked into a room the mood instantly brightened. Her eyes alone could calm a raging storm out at sea and her skin shone all year round.

Brooke Myers had morals that she wrote for herself and kept to them strictly. For instance, she always wanted to show who she was, and as a result of that she refused to wear makeup on an everyday basis.

She wanted to look her age, but her height refused to cooperate. She looked like a sophomore in high school at the age of twelve.

Brooke was tall and beautiful inside and out. She was sweet, and patient, and kind to everyone around her. If someone presented her with a problem, she made it her mission to fix it.

She had a brilliant mind and a brilliant body. Some chose to be her friends while others chose to be her enemies, but she couldn't make their decisions for them and she knew it

She had more enemies than friends.