Victoria was an insignificant nobody. She always read and stayed quiet. She never talked to anybody but when she did it wasn't much. She has long, dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes. One eye is a lighter brown than the other. I watch her sometimes, to see what she does after school. One day, while i was walking around being dead to the world, I got curious and followed her home. "mom!! I'm home!!", she yelled as she walked through the door. I saw her walk over to the phone and press a button,"Victoria, I won't be home until late, I have to work overtime again tonight. There are leftovers in the fridge." She sighed and walked to her room. I followed. Her room was covered with pictures, drawings, and paintings. They were all so beautiful, I would have never known she was so artistic. She turned and looked in the mirror and looked sad. I didn't know why. She was kind of pretty. I stood behind her and she turned around, "Who the hell are you?!?"
