• Samantha is a girl of few words. Her hair flowed to her knees with a natural blonde color that looked almost white. Her soft blue eyes showed lonliness as she sits by herself outside where the sun shines its brightest making her fair skin and hair sparkle. Looking at her in her dazzling white dress was the most beautiful thing, if only the background was just as great, but it wasn't. Behind her stood an old and worn school building equipped with torn drapes and dirtied windows. The trees and grass surrounding her were browned and wilted from lack of water. The other female students wore skirts with flashy black tops and males wore torn jeans and filthy t-shirts. Yes, Samantha was beautiful but she did not quite belong.