Her flat brunette hair ran straight down her back to about her shoulder blade
Her light brown eyes weren't heavily made up with cosmetics, nor was her face
She trails her fingers along the keys, biting her plump pink as she did so
The tips of her fingers fly across the worn down black keys were she had typed many times before
As she finishes she reads it over, a small smirk playing on her lips and a glint in her eye that was barely noticeable
Click, and the story was publish onto the internet where millions of people would read it in her life time. 
That my friends, is how it all started.