free-writing

I look at the girl with so much beauty, fade into the tears of society. Her once choppy stupid little pixie cut that everyone hated, that she never hid the fact that she loved. She loved the feeling of being free. She always wore her makeup a little weird, just how she liked it. She spoke a little funny too, she could never manage to say her r's correctly. Her originality was so beautiful, it glistened in her eyes. 

 She walked through the doors of the new school with her hair tied up tight, died bright blonde. A smile plastered on her face, her speech now perfectly articulated. but somehow she seemed to act a little dumber in all of her classes. Something changed inside of her. Her spark of wonder, once beautiful, now gone. deteriorated by the pressures of society.