A.N. Okay this is gonna be little preview into my story The Lonely Girl . This will be near the end of the story but I needed to put this out before I forget.
" I have no identity."
" Yes you do! Your hair colour, the colour of your clothes, the hat on your head! That is your identity. Your identity isn't just a name, its how you feel, how you act." She turned her head toward me and a face started forming. Hazelnut eyes, a small nose, and a kind mouth . Tears were streaming down her cheeks. " I-I" she started choking up, " I have an identity? I'm me? No one else? " I nodded not bothering to wipe the tears out of my eyes. " Yes, yes you do." A deep voice suddenly rang out " Well, well, well, we can't have that."
A.N. Well what do you think?