From the first time I saw her to the last, I was drawn in.
No, I was enraptured, consumed, by her.
I was not particularly radical, a hipster or anything like that, I plain-jane. I did what was expected, maintained average social status with a moderate sized friend group. We talked about the regular things: makeup, gossip, boys etc. But I always felt something was missing. I was not being dramatic or symbolic, it was just how I felt and then I saw Tamara.
I could feel my breath swell within me. I was halted by her oddness. I was in my own little world and she brought me out of it with her bright tie-dyed tees and shapeless granny pants, just like that.
She made me question everything: what does dress mean in our society? Is she dressed that way to make a statement? Or because that was who she was?
My mind was abducted by her very presence but, as if my will couldn't correlate with my brain my body kept strolling by as if not taking notice of the strangest being I had ever seen.
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Teen FictionLet me introduce you to the most spontaneous, random, beautiful, crazy, ugliest girl I know, Tamara. She doesn't care what you think of her because she is Tamara. "Just try..." she whispered
