Walking down the hallway in High School is one of the most terrifying seconds of my life. Everyone is looking at you dead in the face judging your every move. She doesn’t care. She lets her beautiful black hair down, and wears no makeup everyday. Her green eyes remind me of emeralds. Her freckles look like stars scattered across her delicate face. She isn’t skinny but she isn’t fat either. She has a chubby stomach but she doesn’t care. Her voice is as gentle as an angel. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and cares about others more than she will ever care for herself. I admire her wisdom, and strength to go her own way when she needs to.