My Thoughts

short story #2

Her hair.
Blonde, as if the rays of the sun morphed into each lock of her hair and placed themselves gently on her scalp.
it glistens in the sun as she walks, giving her the looks of an angel.
when she gets close to anyone, her eyes entice them.
they are pulled into paradise from her icy blue eyes, it gives them a sense of relief and peace.
her eyes sparkle when she laughs, and her laugh is heard for miles.
her body is perfectly shaped, from the top of her oval shaped face to the bottom of her feet, which are always covered by converse of any color.
her style is beautiful, ranging from oversized sweaters that somehow still fit her to skinny jeans that hug her ass and thighs making all the guys stare.
somehow she is friends with anyone from the people who are not know to the jocks and cheerleaders. everyone loves her and she doesn't have any enemies.
but underneath her perfect style are scars.
scars of surgeries she has had.
scars under her chest.
needle marks in her arms.
and bruises from god knows what.
her dirty little secret is one no one from this new town knows.
and she plans to keep it that way.
she is liked in this town.
she is happy.
and she loves it.