Beauty

Everyday is the same, wandering these halls with no real direction in mind. But what does it matter, it's only high school. It smells like the cafeteria no matter which hallway your on. Putting the cafeteria in the direct center of the building was a brilliant idea. Lockers line these suffocating hallways, where the occasional stench of gym shoes gives your nose a small break. There she comes.
Long brown hair almost like it's billowing in the wind, but remember we're in a hallway, not outside. That's just the effect she has on people. You can always hear her before she gets close, her high heeled, suede boots rhythmically announcing her arrival. Stopping at her locker, she slowly puts in her combination. A quick make-up check and a reapplication of shiny lip gloss and she is ready to go again.
Everyone looks. The teachers because not only is she beautiful, she's also smart; the girls look, too. As much as they all want to hate her, they can't. The boy with the glasses walks by, his very controlled comb over hair style, and his almost too short pants. Even the most intelligent book worm can't help but stare, and occasionally trip. It wasn't just her beauty though, she was the epitome of what everyone wanted. If you needed a friend she was there, if you needed a tutor, she was there. She had the rarely found ability to truly care, not just pretend. She fought for the under dogs. The problems you had became her problems too. That's really what made her special.