Descriptions

On this page i have included my best descriptions of my friends and myself.

Me: "I looked at my eyes in the mirror. The image of a girl that i saw infront of me was odd. She had messy, mouse hair and her eyes were dark grey like a stormy sky on midsummer's eve. I tried to concentrate on my eyes and not the birds nest that grew from my head that other people like to call hair" - Siora, P1, Preface Lying cheating skank.

Esmee:  Her soft chocolate locks of hair tumbled down to her waist in soft curls. Her eyes were blue like a summer sky and reliable like an old jack russell. Freckles dotted her smooth skin like a dalmatian; beautiful radiant and shy. Her lips were like a pansy, sweet and impossible to hurt as they never spoke painful words to you, a girl who resembles a rose with thorns cremated by kindness. Esmee walked over to me and placed her legs carefully next to mine and we painted pictures in the clouds and laughed at our stupidity. We shared secrets no one else knew, secrets that were ours and no one elses. Our friendship was equal and we could link arms and stick our tongues out at anyone who criticized our style or our taste in music or just us. Together we have a bond no one else knows about, it's more that just makeup and nails that glue us together though, we are equals and we both know that its more important to have one friend who will fight with you to the end that 100 friends who would turn on you in three seconds flat. Thats who Esmee is. Esmee is that one friend.

Twila: She had sleek brown hair that fell past her waist and was as mythically beautiful as hair on a mermaid's shoulders. Her eyes were green like an ocean spiralling into a whirlpool of black. Her lips were those of an angel, pink like a fairy's crown. Her skin was blemishless, as flawless as her attitude.

Jen: I stared at my best friend in wonder - her hair had been cut to her chin and was straight, unlike her usual thick waves. Through her ears, purple fireballs had been shot and black makeup swarmed her cloudy blue eyes. She had thick black eyeliner swept onto her eyelids beneath a swamp of dark grey eyeshadow. This was the new Jen.

Scarlett: She flicked her long black hair over her shoulder and gave her usual flirty smile. Her brown eyes melted every boy that walked past as she sauntered over to them with her skirt shorter than her blazer. She claimed to be a tomboy but if you had seen Scarlett from a distance you would never know. When she got home she pulled a dark grey jumper over her head and baggy jeans with bright red Doc Martins. This was the Scarlett everyone knew was there but only occasionally saw. She lived the best of both worlds, at school she fitted in with the populars and could put on a fake smile but at home she was a sister, a daughter and a best friend. That's the Scarlett i know and love.