Piper McLean adored colors,
She would collect paint chips,
And draped her room in a million different hues.
Piper both loved and hated her appearance,
She loved her kaleidoscope eyes and feathery hair,
But hated being stared at, hated being cat-called.
She was most similar to Jason in this,
Hating the spot light,
Hating the fame,
Hating the paparazzi that would stalk her father.
Hated the tabloids that would comment on her beauty,
From a blurry picture,
As she tried to run away.
Piper McLean was a hopeless romantic,
Despite turning guys down daily.
None of them were right for her.
She imagined a guy with icy blue eyes,
Who would sweep her off her feet,
And plan romantic picnic dates.
Of course,
She didn't need a guy.
She wanted one.
Jason was perfect,
From his dimples,
To his corny humor,
To his loyalty.
But things happen,
Like psycho goddesses replacing your memory.
Like your boyfriend being too much of a hero,
To know when to just,
Back,
Down.
And no matter what,
Piper McLean would fight tooth and nail,
For those she loved.
Looks aren't everything.
So yes, Piper McLean was drop-dead gorgeous,
But that doesn't make her any different from me or you.