A brown haired girl of around 16 was whirling around in a rather sultry way to a song called 'Macavity'. As she danced, she sand softly, unable to sing in her usual loud, clear way for fear of losing her breath. "Macavity, Macavity. There's no one like Macavity.." She sang softly, spinning, flinging a leg out, toes pointed, back arched, a smile on her pale, lovely face. This girls name was Laura. She wanted to be an actress, a singer, a dancer, anything that would get her near the stage. So for that, she worked her rather obese body at least 8 times a day to the music that she loved, whirling around till her moves matched the choreography perfectly, and then some. All in hopes that one day she would work herself into the proper physical condition to dance comfortably. But this doesn't really matter for the story that is about to unfold before your eyes.
I shall now describe this young woman to you: Brown hair with natural blond streaks, large, blue eyes, full lips, and a fairly wide nose. Fairly overweight, as I mentioned before, but rather attractive all the same. A chest that suits her body, long legs, and fairly muscular in her own way.
With all this, Laura never thought much of herself to say the least. She believed that she was ugly, disgusted at her figure, even disliking her personality. She was a strong spirited girl, dark, rather loud and crazy as well, but cheerful most of the time. Quite fun to be with. But she never liked herself. Again, this doesn't mean much for our story, I merely say it for your advantage.
Now the day that our story begins is rather a hectic one. You see, our story begins on December 1st, and it begins in the North Pole. It was getting near to Christmas, and Bernard, Head Elf, was making his rounds from table to table, making sure the toys were being made, sorted, and wrapped properly. There was of course a bit of a problem: A conflict of interest with kids all over the world. Everyone wanted hundreds of presents, and most of them were quite different. Now this wouldn't be quite so troublesome, if it weren't for the fact that half the Research crew was out food poisoning from bad batch of cookies. With them out, it was quite a bit more difficult finding out what was wanted from the children. And Bernard was getting very, VERY agitated with how slow the day was going. This is where our story begins.