Edited for FUN!
Today the sky danced bright colors. Yesterday a pale blue painted the heavens. Tomorrow there shall be the forbidding smell of rain to come. I share this information with you, because I see in your eyes that I can trust you. Furthermore, I see your heart and know what type of person you are. I do not pretend to be the almighty god, for that would be vain, but I have yet found nothingI can't do. I have learned that there is a joy inherent in mediocrity. For this reason, I have lived out my life as the exact opposite of my true self; unassuming and untalented. However I have recently fallen into a problem of sort. I have not spokenof my predicamentbefore. But, perhaps by explaining this situation, and highlighting its shortcomings, you, my esteemed confidant, can better understand my plight. Furthermore, perhaps you can assist me...
Let me share with you a tale. I would call it small, but that would imply I know it's scope. This story may be the most important thing you ever hear. It may be the most entertaining. It may be boring. I am not privileged to know your mind's workings. Or, at least, I choose not to be. For me, this account is central to understanding the events we are discussing, thus it's introduction. For the purpose of letting you, my gracious listener, develop a better understanding, I shall brieflydescribe the setting. Our character will be in a school. This is no ordinary school for the simple fact our story takes place here. More specificly we will locate ourselves in the hallway of said school. Outdoors, although there are no windows to share this information, a torrentof rain is being released upon the earth. Regardless, a single person now roams this hallway.
The shadows do all but accentuate the lines of this character's angular face. Malnutrition and the teeth's desire to chew away at any skin nearby has caused the cheeks to recede into the cavity where his mouth lies. The childlike smoothness of the chin and nose is gone. In their stead defined angles trace lines toward the high cheekbones that encircle a pair of round orbs that look starkly out of place in their serene pale setting. These eyes are a pitch black. Dark enough to absorb all that this character observes and set unease upon the hearts of others as a bucket of ice might. All the while, the eyes sit quiet hiding all elements of common emotion. Sheltering his sunken pupils are a pair of bushy eyebrows that match the same reddish-gold hair that adorns his head. The hair is straight, and yet each strand points in its own direction and stands a different length. And despite having been washed earlier the same day, the hair contains an oily texture that smooths the sharp edges that outline his face.
Let me share with you a tale. I would call it small, but that would imply I know it's scope. This story may be the most important thing you ever hear. It may be the most entertaining. It may be boring. I am not privileged to know your mind's workings. Or, at least, I choose not to be. For me, this account is central to understanding the events we are discussing, thus it's introduction. For the purpose of letting you, my gracious listener, develop a better understanding, I shall brieflydescribe the setting. Our character will be in a school. This is no ordinary school for the simple fact our story takes place here. More specificly we will locate ourselves in the hallway of said school. Outdoors, although there are no windows to share this information, a torrentof rain is being released upon the earth. Regardless, a single person now roams this hallway.
The shadows do all but accentuate the lines of this character's angular face. Malnutrition and the teeth's desire to chew away at any skin nearby has caused the cheeks to recede into the cavity where his mouth lies. The childlike smoothness of the chin and nose is gone. In their stead defined angles trace lines toward the high cheekbones that encircle a pair of round orbs that look starkly out of place in their serene pale setting. These eyes are a pitch black. Dark enough to absorb all that this character observes and set unease upon the hearts of others as a bucket of ice might. All the while, the eyes sit quiet hiding all elements of common emotion. Sheltering his sunken pupils are a pair of bushy eyebrows that match the same reddish-gold hair that adorns his head. The hair is straight, and yet each strand points in its own direction and stands a different length. And despite having been washed earlier the same day, the hair contains an oily texture that smooths the sharp edges that outline his face.