She has long hair. it's the fashion at the moment. Only hers isn't like the girls in the magazines its straight and it gets kinda greasy when she goes a few days with out a shower. Her teeth are kinda crooked but she grins just as wide anyway. She doesn't have a sophisticated voice and her language is as foul as mine. Her eyes are a murky brown, like a puddle in the street. They don't shimmer softly nor do they sparkle alight with some sort of hidden joy. She says what she means and really is great like that. Her name isn't melodic, nor is it disgusting. She snorts sometimes when she laughs. And she tells dirty jokes that make some of the other girls blush.

Her hands are beautiful, covered in newsprint and perfect. Her nails stay strong. Even though most everyone else's break. Her fingers look delicate, something out of place on her body. The rest of her body is strong looking. Her figure is alright I guess. She's got a little fat on her but not too much. Some guys joke about how they could really like to grab onto that.

She smokes. Smokes worse then Race. Her breath smells of it. She rolls her own cigarettes, rolls them tight and well. Most of the guys will pretend that they don't have any so that she'll roll them one. If you ask her about it she'll say that she has talented hands. Most guys will agree with her, she's not exactly a prude.

Her eyes are big. They seem almost unnatural, they aren't like Sarah's, sweet and innocent. We all know that her parents kicked her out, she's strong about it, but its ruined her eyes.

Before we knew Sarah she was our only girl, a laughing fool. A girl more like us, only one who we could sleep with when the mood struck us as right.

She's no where near perfect. And she acts like it doesn't affect her that we flock around Sarah now.

She acts like she doesn't care that Sarah with all her modesty and lowered eyelashes makes us act better then we ever would around her. She acts as though Sarah isn't anything. But she knows this is what people warn about. That useless saying about the cow and the milk. Sarah is making us work for anything we get from her, even if it is just a sisterly hug.

I've seen her, piling her long hair up on her head, turning this way and that, trying on the look of a proper lady. She draws herself up straight, tips her head up. She practices curtsies in the alleyways. In store fronts she mimics lady like smiles and practices fluttering her eyelashes.

I feel sorry for her and occasionally I'll go out onto the fire escape while she smokes and watch her hands. She smiles a sad crooked smile at me and I kiss her fore head, she looks at me like she knows that she'll have to get on soon. And she's worried, she has to do something new, some where that no one knows her.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sarah

Author's notes: Okay, so this is a sketch about almost the real anti mary sue. She's a complex character who isn't pretty, and she's not perfect. It was inspired by me brushing my hair and having it look particularly pretty in the sun light and all the pretty things I could think about my hair. So this came out of it…. I don't understand it either.