"Her hair was up in a low, messy bun; looking like a tornado had swept through it before she arrived. Her eyes were a shade of blue that you’d never forget; sort of like the ocean, after a hurricane. Her skin was meant to be compared to porcelain; but it even seemed too perfect for that. Her lips, painted red with lipstick, were like a rain-dripped rose; beautiful and eye catching. Just nineteen, and full of so much beauty and potential."