Kristina

"She was a girl of classic taste—one that wasn’t impressed by the trends of modern society, nor the feeling of fitting in. She was a girl who dreamed of unbounded fields of rye and typewriters resting on dark oak desks. She was rather fond of the smell of books, and enjoyed feeling the texture of each page as she endeavored in a new universe. She enjoyed lazy days and summer nights, lying out underneath the blanket of stars. 
	
Unlike others she knew, the wind was her friend. Its playful dance through her hair was comforting and refreshing, even if it did cause her brown strands to become tangled amongst each other. And on certain occasions, she thought the pattering sound of rain to be rather soothing and romantic. 
	
Yes, she was a dreamer."