I glanced around the park, and my eyes rested on a girl with her nose in a book, 'Summer and Bird'. She occasionally made distressed or excited noises, and soon she noticed I was staring at her. She looked up, and held my gaze until I looked away, and then was back in the World of Books.

Over time, we became friends. She was quiet at first, but as she got to know me, she became a bit--well... VERY odd. She strongly held on to her beliefs, no matter how many people told her they were wrong. She wasn't quick to argue with people, but would explain her beliefs to people if they challenged her. You could tell when she got annoyed; she would stop trying to explain it to them, and just shut her mouth, her eyes burning with a certain fire, then stuck her head in her book. I could trust her with things. She did not let out secrets easily. But she was the kind of person who gradually drifted away from you. She let people come to her, not the other way around. Stellar--the Reader.

She's hiding something. Something.

Burning in those eyes is a Hell that she buries behind the brown, but I can see it.

She laughs a little too loud and smiles a little too hard to be completely sincere all the time. I'm assuming she holds a customer service position, the way she can flip a switch between painfully polite and...not rude, but definitely outspoken and facetious. The kind of person that will smile in your face but mock you when you turn a corner as soon as you do something stupid.

She can make you laugh at nothing and everything at the same time. A great sense of humor, especially if you get her going. She makes the time fly if you just listen to her ramble and make light of her crazy life. I think it's therapeutic for her, making us all laugh. It gives her a sense of fulfillment and purpose, because from what she says, her home life is...not so great.

She likes literally every kind of music, too. She made me a playlist once. It had everything. Frank Sinatra, Iggy Azalea, Evanescence, Tchaikovsky, Foster the People, Queen, Sam Smith to name a few. I've never seen such a schizophrenic iPod in my life. She has her dislikes, of course, but generally she just likes...music.

She's quite the actress as well; she can put it on like the world is perfect as it crumbles beneath your feet and could convince a Republican to raise taxes if she had to, but only if it's convenient for her. She can smile away a broken bone if it'll make you shut up for five minutes.

But that Hell exists behind those eyes. Eyes can't lie. A window to the soul, isn't that what they say? And that's what draws me to her. She has these layers upon layers of cement and pain and love and hopelessness and fear and greatness and power. And I want to tear those layers to shreds with my fingernails until they're bloody and broken if it means finding out why she isn't happy, and why she keeps waking up with that fake smile plastered onto her face. I want to see her Hell, because if I can do that, maybe I can show her Heaven.

she might have been a little bit special, but it wasn't anything to take note of. she wrote a bit of poetry and traveled more than teenagers did mostly, but no one would brand her as remarkable. her eyes shifted with her mood, growing a darker brown as her light dimmed. maybe she would be remembered, but she didn't much mind just being a shot in the dark, as long as she was aiming at the stars.

An aggressive young blonde, maybe too aggressive, but not as young in mind. With her frequent mood swings Holly could be quite a handful, though it could be thought to be worth the risk of getting blown up at just to be able to see those fierce blue oculars she stares out from behind. With her Iris pattern resembling that of flames, and blue flames are said to be hottest, she hid all of her other emotions behind that of rage. Secretly she would cry when nobody had a chance to glare at her for being sensitive, almost fearing what people would think. Although she's a bit rough around the edges, her heart cannot refuse the task to heal another's soul; and so she must fix herself before she can truly help others.