Red Ribbon

Taking one long look in the mirror, I evaluated myself. Starting from the bottom, I smiled down at my black and white Chuck Taylor's. Moving up, I scowled at my long, pale legs to my black dress that sat just above the knee. Winter was not kind to me. Ignoring my none existing breasts, I glared at my face. My long, wavy brown hair shaping my pale smooth skin. The many years of acne and zits finally paying off. My baby pink lips looking thinner than usual and my usual green vibrant eyes now looking tired and worn out. Pulling out the red ribbon I took from inside my dresser, I pulled one piece of hair from either side of my head and tied them together in a small bow. That should keep my hair from misbehaving tonight.