Anything but Average: The Tale of Sarah
Don't think too highly of me. I'm just your normal, everyday washerwoman. My name is Sarah--a very common, plain, and ordinary name. I'm nineteen years old, a very ordinary age--nothing special about it at all. I'm an average female height, and my hair is an ordinary brown color. It goes down past my shoulders, and I usually don't take great care of it, but nobody notices. After all, I'm just an ordinary young woman.
My profession is washing clothes. I'm the local launderer, and my wages are fairly acceptable. I usually work in the middle of the day, when the sun is out and the weather is warm. My hands are used to the labors I subject them to; they have become rough from scrubbing and washing the clothes for the people of Kirov and Toran. Oh, Kirov is where I live; Toran was technically my home for awhile, and then I moved to Gregminster.
But now I'm skipping ahead. There's really nothing incredibly special about me. I have a plain face, and plain hair. My eyes are a dark blue color, which is really quite ordinary in this world. I usually wear a plain blue maid's dress over my body--nothing incredibly fancy, just good enough to work in, really. I can fight a little, but then again, my skills are very much average.
I don't speak too much, either. Actually, I'm usually a very shy girl. I stay away from massive crowds of people, mostly because I become lost in the masses. I'm a face that will easily become hidden; then again, what else is to be expected, since I'm such an average and ordinary girl? In fact, there really isn't any purpose behind this tale of mine. All I'm doing is telling you about me, and besides the fact that I'm a washerwoman and I'm normal, there really isn't anything fascinating to say about me.
Well… there was one time where I participated in the Liberation War… but that was the past. Once that war was over, I moved to Gregminster and became a maid for Marie's inn. As always, I was just an ordinary, everyday, usual worker in there. There was nothing special about me, nothing outstanding or extraordinary. Just Sarah, the brown-haired woman, who washes people's clothes and takes care of the beds.
I don't have any deep or dark secrets that I keep hidden, I really don't. Now you might expect me to add that I do, but I really don't. If I did have something hidden behind this image of normality, then I would say so. God knows that if I had something special, I'd display it for all the world to see. Girls like me don't usually get the chance to show off something unusual, even if it is dark and foreboding.
But, I'm not like that. There really are no secrets I keep. You already know everything there is to know about me: my name is Sarah, I have brown hair and blue eyes, I wear a blue work dress, I live in Kirov (and now, Gregminster), I wash clothes and take care of an inn for a living, and at one point in my life, I participated in the Liberation War. That's really all there is to me--all that, and nothing more.
Did I mention that I saved somebody's life once? I did. He'd be dead if it weren't for me. Really. I truly do mean that. I'm not boasting at all! He would have died if I had not fought off that group of soldiers while he was weakened. Of course, I really don't talk about it that much, seeing as how people might think I was lying. After all, people might think that I was crazy if I told them that I saved the life of Tir McDohl! And we certainly don't want that!!
The End