Dalila Bansendanders, the girl on the front cover. The gorgeous girl every one dreamed to be. But no one wanted the name. 'Dalila?' she thought to herself. You get the most perfect daughter ever and you name her Dalila? Everyone one's just gonna assume its Da - li - la but its Da - lie - la who would have thought? And oh her last name! She hated that! Bansendanders! What? What the heck is a Bansendander? Dalila had thousands of thoughts running through her head (mostly about her name) as she ran. Her feet pounded the cement and her knees began to throb. Her for head was soaked and her throat was dry. Running, she thought. It's punishment in every other sport but it is my sport. Go figure. She saw the children running and screaming as she ran past the park. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a strange group of them not doing anything. Sitting on the bench watching her. No maybe it wasn't her. It could have been a deer or something behind her. She continued to run wishing she had just stuck with ballet when she was six. The children were watching her. With glowing, white eyes.
