"I'm pretty," I told myself as I stared into the mirror, my face looking hopeful at the... suggestion. "I have pretty eyes, even if they're small and crooked. "And a pretty face, even if it's disgusting. And pretty hair even if it's really tangled. And- oh well. I'm hopeless." A story about twelve year old... Nancy and her... life? This is just writing practice. I don't care if anyone reads it.