Violet

Violet.

That's her name, the color of her hair, the color of her eyes, her favorite color, the color of most of her clothes, and most importantly, her favorite flower.

I don't know why people make fun of it though. I don't find it amusing, I find it really catchy and interesting. But that's just how it makes her who she is. People insult her, tell her she's worthless and she actually believed all of them.

For 15 whole years, I have been her neighbor; I've seen her been abused in her house and insulted in school. I know her secrets because my room is right infront of her room. The only thing separated is our windows, but sadly, she never notices me. It's not that I like like her! Well maybe I do.