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Jaquline (Jackie) Mcray was odd to say the least.

From the outside, she looked somewhat normal, at least she wore Libra blues and silvers, even if they were orveralls with paint splatters all over them, and big horn-rimmed silver glasses that magnifyed her eyes. Dirty white Converses always adorned on her feet, that is, if she wasn't barefoot.

What threw everyone off was her eyes.

Her eyes were the greenest of green. Like the wet moss on a tree, with specks of dirt green, the glasses she wore only made them more noticeable.

They went horribly with the blue, but beautifully with the bright red hair.

Her hair was untamable, always spilling out of hats or snapping hairbands. She usually just leaves it down, as it gets quite annoying at times.

But all of that people have started to accept that and look past her non-formal ways. They learned to like her.

Even if they didn't like her they had to. Since her father was the President, not just of the Libras, but of the whole entire Zodiac.

But Jackie didn't like that, she didn't like that she was always in the spotlight. That she had to smile and wave everytime a Leo's camera would be shoved in her face, but as others had learned to live with her oddness, she had learned to live with that.

That is, until, she ran away.

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