3RD POV
She was never exactly shy or lively. Charlie Snow, I mean. She's like a flame. Flickering in and out from the world, or whipping around wildly. Her parents named her after a song they heard and loved once. Charlie, she never really understood her name. It was like something you'll only ever understand on your death bed, she told herself. And maybe even then she still wouldn't understand it.
Currently, she staring out the window, gazing at the trees, the tips seemed dipped in orange. A sunset, a vast sunset. Charlie wished she would be able to gaze upon what's beyond that sunset, when she was older. To travel the world, and watch the sunsets in those places too.
To get a picture of Charlie, she's about average height for a 15-year old, wondrous green eyes, freckles speckled across her nose and cheeks, and long, light brown hair that's a little curly. Long description, for a very peculiar girl.
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Silence
General FictionCharlie Snow & Ander Clement are growing up in New Hampshire. It snows almost too much there.