As a child, she was quiet. Quiet and afraid, always clinging to the side of her mother’s dress, yet curious. Not curious enough to get her in trouble, but curious enough to explore her world around her, to know what she wanted. To dream of things which she never felt she’d be capable of. She made a few really good friends here and there, but never quite felt like she belonged along the popular and carbon copy kids, and she was right. You could call her shy, but I’ve never liked the word shy myself, because it is full of the judgment I’ve come to desperately loathe that has sadly become so relative to the world around us. As a teen, she grew out of the awkward and fleeting phase of childhood, and broke out of her shell, so to speak. A lover of acting, singing, and dancing, as well as her ever-present passions, reading and writing, she waits for bigger and better things to come, hopes that they will, indeed, be better than her past, which has left a few scars on her soft heart.