Remember that girl who sat in the back of the class, the one that’s not there now?
"Iris. Her name is, Iris Hallows.
How could I forget her? She's beautiful. Everything about her is flawless. From the way she taps her forehead with the end of her pencil when she's stuck on a question in class, to the way the her right eye shines a bright blue while her left is a forrest green.
She's the definition of perfection. Nothing she has ever done and will ever do can make me love her less.
Flynn
