Her name is but a special one, no other of the same kind. To remain its existence to be only of hers, she decided to keep it for herself. Yes, she is a greedy young lady who's age has reached beyond the count of one to eighteen. She loves to sway her hands along with the wind and to tap her feet on the wooden floor of her box called home with the hurling sound of music that dances her in joy. Like Liesel Meminger, she have hated words and have loved them, in hopes that she had made them right. -Black_Rabbit17