As I thought that I stopped in front of a shop window, taking a moment to look at myself. My classmates all look different with each passing year, but I am always the same. My messy light brown, or maybe dirty blonde, hair reaching down to my chest that can be called average at best, honey eyes that stare back at me with a bored expression, my black and yellow headphones covering my ears and a slightly fancier outfit because it is the start of a new year, and, according to mom, something new requires the best clothes... And my necklace being all over the place again, at which I fix it even if I know I will have to do it later. Why am I even bothering with it, I am busy with my thoughts, ok?
