(Ok, so this isn't enough to even count for anything, but this is a little intro to something I'm working on.)
Mona caught my eye the minute I saw her, dancing into the cafeteria. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her light brown hair had a yellow ribbon tied to the end of each handful or two of hair. She wore a white sweater with a blackeyed susan pinned to the front. Along with that were khaki breeches and grey knee-socks. I noticed they had little yellow flowers embroidered in them and it reminded me of my favorite jumper as a little girl. The oddest thing about her apparel was her lack of shoes. To this day, I don't know why she refused to wear shoes. She was unique, and all eyes were on her.
She seemed oblivious to the girls' faces turning green, and the boys' eyes growing into big magenta hearts. All she seemed to notice was, well, everything but the people in the room. She stopped and admired some student artwork, looked through the trophy cabinet, everything the staff wanted students to do, but never did.
Everyone wanted to be able to say they were 'close and personal friends' with Mona, even though they had known of her existence for less than twelve seconds. She had so much potential, and, if there was one thing I knew for certain, Mona Bradley was going down.
