"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You"~Dr. Seuss
An average person, average grades, average heart. That's me. Your average high schooler. I have a family that consists of two brothers, my Père, and my Mère. I have a cat who I adore more than anything, and a dog who I care slightly less about.
I have no boyfriend, or girlfriend, but I have the average crush. He doesn't know, and it honestly can stay that way. He's cute, with little acne, and soft looking brown hair. He has a heart kinder than anything in the world. Just once I wish he would notice me. But as I would say, "un coup de cœur, il restera" a crush he shall remain. Not because of me, I would talk to him if I had any courage at all. Let's call him Vœux. If only he was mine.
My looks? I'm 5'2 3/4" to be exact. I have naturally soft nearly blonde albino blonde hair and grey blue eyes. My skin is extremely tan, but covered in millions of tiny white scars, barely noticeable. Let's say my name is Aimante. I'm in the school's marching band, and before I am asked, I play flag, I am one of the color guard girls.
My family speaks mostly French at home, and English outside of home. Our immigration took place when I was barely two years old. I prefer the language as it is easier to shape the sounds. This is probably the reason for me only having three friends. I rarely speak at all at school as my accent still lingers and for some reason it is weird to have an accent.