I removed her glasses and gazed

at the cerulean beauty of her eyes.

There was so much promise and

sensuality there, that I dove

right into their welcoming depths.

I never again surfaced from

the filmy surface of her orbs,

washed by the overwhelming

peace and tranquility

beneath her ocean.

They thought they knew who she was.

A redheaded, hot-tempered nerd.

Listing off the answers to all the questions.

An embodiment of Google.

But they failed to see truth.

Beyond the textbooks, equations, A-pluses, and honor-roll certificates.

There was a being on the other side of those glasses.

A person.

See her mouth in arrogant downward line;

She's made-up her face, and tricked-out her mind.

She's standing in a moment she thinks she'll define.

She'll step outside the picture-plane to find she's crossed the line.

She'll hit the wall, with its decisional confine...

in the misconception of what was "mine."

Heather was part of the team that delivered letters to Santa. She’d never seen him, but she believed in the magic of Christmas.

1 day, she checked her mailbox, she found a card. It read:

Greetings Ms. Green,

Thank you for your Christmas mail service.

Happy Holidays,

From Mr. Claus.

"Never again," Sasha thought. Never would she be placed among the others on the shelf, like a dusty trophy designating conquests.

She would now radiate like a solitary star, alone in her universe. Shining fiercely with vengeance upon all who leered from the shadows.

Resolve can be a devastating weapon.

"That's it?"

"That's it." The photographer motioned for the fake glasses.

Cassie removed them and offered them over to him.

“Can you send the next girl in, sweetheart?”

“Sure. When will I hear back?”

“A week or two if they like you.”

“Thanks.”Her smile was more a grimace. Glamorous indeed.

You think you can know who I am,

by hanging your truth off my features with words;

tell my story, sing my song

It can't be done.

Whatever you come up with, it will be wrong

I am no-one and everyone.

I am not who you think, yet I am.

She looks preppy, with her long hair and trendy outfits. She has a flock of boys trailing like love-sick puppies. She likes 'Girls' and other trendy shows. That's what she wants you to believe. She loves 'GoT', 'Star Wars' etc. She knows Valyrian and Sindarin. She's a secretly proud nerd.