Beginning There was a girl, no older than the age of twelve and four, who found the world was different on the inside then on the out. She was the odd one on the playground. With her bright red rain boots on a sun filled day or a fur coat and scarf on days that could fry an egg on the sidewalk or your father's car. It was a phase though, and only lasted her child years. She wasn't extraordinarily pretty or mundane. She was just different and nobody saw her as anything but. She did though, have green eyes that danced like the forest from a fairy tale book, a face laced with the innocence of a doe and a curly mane that reminded her of a lion's.
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