04-08-2006, 08:59 AM
A girl with auburnish hair jumped down a flight of stairs, landing neatly on her feet. She brushed some strands out of her vibrant green eyes as she picked up what looked like a mechanical hand with her right hand, and she continued walking to a small house down the street. School had finally ended for a decent time; rats had infested the basement of the school and as such school was canceled until the school could get rid of them.
She opened the door of the shack and whistled as a sign she was there. She hardly ever said anything.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!