She was an introvert--shy and reserved. She feared social interactions, and was quite diffident. She didn't have any friends, but she had a sister, who was equal to her best friend and her partner in crime.
She didn't have the nicest smile, but who would have known that, for she seldom smiled. She wasn't gorgeous like most of the girls in her school. She didn't have the most alluring eyes, or the perfect body, but she had one thing--a big heart.
Even though, she was socially awkward, she had a lightning hope that someday, someone--besides her sister-- would accept her flaws and still love her.
She was a believer of real love.
And, as she walked quietly down the corridor of her school, when no one even cared to glance at her, a familiar boy in a black bomber jacket stared at her with his handsome smile.