AlmostLovelyRaven

 She was a girl that knew how to photosynthesize. She was nothing to look at; unless hair the consistency of wet noodles and eyes that were reminiscent of faded denim were something. She always found it strange that there was nothing blue that could be considered repulsive, except her eyes. It was January and cold, as expected of the season. The sky was gray and there was far too much snow on the ground. As she walked, she kicked it out of the way with the toe of her father's hunting boots. She was the first to wear them. She toed slush out of her path until she reached the door of a pawnshop. By this time, she no longer needed to look