Natasha Ann Broom sits in her dark room, bent over her black laptop, staring at the bright screen. She thinks hard about what she types, her long, wavy blond curls dangling beside her rosie red cheeks. Her hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail, only her fringe dangles in front of her bright blue eyes, a smile always worn on the sixteen year old's face. 
The girl glances up briefly to look over at her sleeping, black siamese-cross cat, before her wandering eyes return to the computer to continue typing. The girl is unsure on what she types, continuously erasing what she writes before she finally settles on a description about herself that she think will do.
Swallowing, she glances at the time, 11:20PM, the night's still young, the insecure girl thinks to herself. The girl thinks about posting her story tonight, and weighs her options. Shrugging her shoulders she doesn't see a problem with it, but posting a picture of herself seems to form a large argument in her head. She wants to overcome her fear, she wants to push past all the worry she has about herself and just post it, not care about what the world thinks of her, but she can't. She's scared to disappoint someone, even if it were just because she didn't appear the way someone may want. She's nervous, but she agrees to the big leap nevertheless.
The girl decides to do it now, before she changes her mind, but as she reaches for the mouse-pad, her hand pauses, rethinking her decision. Biting the inside of her cheek she reaches forward again and completes the difficult task, hoping that someone won't hate her for it.