princesscait
her cheeks would flush whenever she was embarrassed, the bright pink bringing so much to her pale complexion.
hidden away, the children burrowed under blankets with flashlights, reading books and giggling late into the night. the loft was their safe place of imagination, away from the adults who crushed their creativity and quieted their minds.
she stood in the crowd, her face blending in with those around her. they were calling up numbers and each took the stage, but she was just another brown-hair-in-a-bun, pale-face-with-blush, black-leotard-wearing girl. she stood no chance.