Cindi's unladylike antics never failed to make a scene. Nevertheless, her family treasured as if she was a prized, priceless artefact. Unlike Martha's, her family fitted together like a puzzle, they cherished every moment they had together. On the flip side, Cindi was raised without a father figure in the frame. Without a father in sight it had confused her family on what had caused Cindi to be so unladylike.
Her lavishing looks made men gawp on the sidewalk. Her leather, ribboned hat rustled in the breeze as Cindi cheerfully danced along the daisy field. Rosy red cheeks, luscious pink lips and a golden tone were just a few of the many things that made Cindi so appealing. However, she despised men she thought they were nothing more than lazy sloths. Therefore, she had always loved women, from the bottom of her heart.
I guess you could say that Cindi is a witch. Not the ones that were burnt by the stake, but the peaceful ones, those who fount happiness in crystals. She loved to make her own spell jars, in which had 'cleaned the air of negative energy'. Although it was a strange hobby, Cindi instantly fell in love with the witchcraft community. It was a peaceful place, where everyone was accepted, except the misogynists.
