This is a story about a girl (in case for some reason you didn't read the title). But this girl, she was something else. Something, that was hard to find, yet found everywhere. She was a walking contradiction. Something that was so cliché, but unique and original. Upon meeting her, one would tend to look at things differently than before. She made you think, and feel your feelings. She was made up of a bunch of little things. However, Most people overlooked them and didn't notice. therefore, most didn't know much about her. And what they did "know" was based off of assumptions. Perhaps she didn't know herself either. All she knew, was that she was different. Or maybe that was all in her head too...
