Tall
She hated being tall. She hated standing out so much, more than everybody else. She hated having her head peeking out the top of everybody else's. She hated standing out from a crowd. She hated the fact that people were able to easily pick her out of the normal people.
She hated being tall. She hated it because it was against everything that she strode for. Her height was anti-Marissa and she really hated it. Being tall made her different from all the other Newpsie's and in good ol' Orange County different was almost-always scorned and frowned upon. Tall was bad because it was everything that she didn't stand for.
Marissa hated tall…all that Marissa had ever wanted – since she was a little 5 year old girl –was to be normal but it had never happened.
There was a wave her was and from the "moody blue" eyes – which she could most probably pinpoint from a million miles away – and she knew who those eyes belonged to.
She didn't smile or wave back but she walked on andher golden mass of hair was whipped around her gently by the wind.
…And then she jumped and she was that much closer – a whole couple of steps closer – because she was a little less tall mingled in the rips and waves of the blue sea and she had her pretty escape.
