Dummm Dee Deee Dummmm Deeee Deee Dummmm
The music was quiet, but that's how it usually was in Mr. Jolcie's car. He was driving his daughter Kimberly back home from school. Ahhh, Kimberly. Now she was deffinitely an unusual person. Beautiful, creative, clever, adventurous; one of a kind. Yes, she prefered to go by Kim; Kimberly was far too formal for her liking, and formal did not suite her. She was the exact oppisite of formal actually.
Her soft, slightly wavy, dark blonde hair blew in the breeze as she stepped out of the car. She paused by the door and turned half way around, looking back, past the car, past the driveway, past the other side of the street, and into the woods. Kim sighed, beathed in one last breath of the outside, and headed into the fairly large house.
She just so happened to have the largest room in the house, which is rather big, it never mattered to her. She couldn't even care less about the size of her room or her house. Yea, she was spoiled, but she didn't act like it.
If you were to ever wonder what the incarnate of beauty would look like, after meeting Kim you wouldn't have to ask yourself that question any more. It was clear that she was stunning, even on her worst days. With her always perfect hair, perfectly straight, white, and well aligned teeth, delicate features rosy, full lips, and drop dead gorgeous, bright blue/green/gray eyes, she could leave just about any girl consumed with envy and any boy breathlessly lusting after her. And she was only 13.
That night after dinner, she sat in her room staring out her window, wanting to hold onto that moment. She look up towards the sky; no stars. It had been a while since she had last been able to see the stars. Now there was only a cold, bleak feeling that rushed through her as she took in the sight of the cloudy, black sky with harldy a visible moon off in the distance at the corner of her window pane. Tragic, the thought struck her with a shiver as she slowly let the blinds unfold and cover the cyrstal clear glass.
Something felt odd in the pit of her stomache. A rare feeling of intuition that, recently, had been coming less and less rare to her. However, she still pushed it aside from her mind and climbed into bed, the sheets tightly rapped around her petite build.
And she did not realize it then, but the small spark of unease meant a lot more than she had made it out to mean. And she would soon realize that listening to yourself is something you should never belittle.