Sighing, I just stay with my water, remembering what happened the last time I drank...at the thought, I shudder before looking back at the girl, "I apologize if you can't understand one thing I'm saying. I don't want to sound like a Slag," I glance at the floor, smirking.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I flash a smile and check to make sure the bartender. Looking around, I decide it's safer now than it would be if I fought him about this and hesitate before pulling my hood down to reveal my curly silver hair and emerald eyes. I avoid his gaze, looking down.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
