I was something that most people passed by. I was "pretty" but I looked rugged and uncertain. I was different and I knew it, I didn't mind it though. I found joy in standing out. I had no problem with it. I made a point in standing out. It was like my trademark. I did anything to cover the marks because I hated it when people felt sorry for me. There was nothing to be sorry about.

My tiny feet padded me into the new area. My azul eyes looked out from beneath the charcoal that surrounded them. My complexion was white and almost pale. It made my eyes stand out even more. My hair cascaded down my spine. It was platinum blonde with black raccoon stripes. Some blue was mixed in too to match my eyes. I loved my raccoon tails. It was different and it made me who I was. I paid the worker in the front of the building and entered the skate park. I didn't actually skate but this looked like a good place to go and possibly meet some people. My motion ceased and my gaze averted down. My delicate digits reached down and adjusted my jean mini skirt. A charcoal tank top hugged my torso tightly and showed my curves but I wore an earthy green jacket with brown fur around the hood. This was one of my favorites outfits. I thought it complimented me very well. I'd admit that I was sometimes y about my appearance but you have to have confidence to make it through the world.

I wandered aimlessly through the skate park my eyes scanning other people and all the surrounding items. I looked to the dance floor and some people were dancing. I enjoyed dancing a lot. I had took classes and I wasn't half bad. They were more lyrical and ballet classed so when I broke out in hip hop people were surprised. I didn't really feel like dancing though. It wasn't in the mood. So my lower appendages led me towards the bar. I wasn't old enough to drink but I could take a seat there. I plopped my delicate frame down on the seat and turned so I was looking out upon everything.