Blue Moon, Baby.

Most girls are afraid of dirt, grime, that sort; nope, not me. Perhaps because my hair is already the color of soil, or maybe because I've never really fit in with the rest of the girls. They wear high heels, I wear Converse, they do cheer and I like running. I guess I've always been distinctly different. The ironic part is, my best friend is one of those girls: the ones that paints their nails every week and organizes outfits to match, wears perfume so heavily that it seems as though she's bathed in it, and... oh! Did I mention she's a cheerleader? The more you know, right? I never thought that our friendship would ever result in something good, but I guess a miracle occurs once in a blue moon. Here's my blue moon.