montag gone crazy
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When I got up that morning, it was like any other day. I put what seemed to be the same style that I've worn all my life, what all the girls worn. It was the same black, knee high dress which had short sleeves and white lace at both the collar and sleeves. I blushed my jet-black hair and put it up in a ponytail with a bleached white ribbon.
While doing so, I lost myself in the image before me. I gazed at the girl who stood in front of me. The one with the pale white face and dark eye which seemed to contrast, but some how didn't. Both her lips and nails were also dark, just like mine. Just like every one else in this world.
I've never seen any one look different than this...