Cerulean

Edith had a name that made her sound older than she really was. A name that gave her depth and a little bit of mystery. She was a girl that didn't care though. She didn't care to look nice for anybody or say please and thank you. She was a girl that rubbed you the wrong way, if you weren't careful.

Edith was that one person in the movie theater who shouted obseneties at the screen just to piss the crowd off. The girl with the blue hair at the mall who craved the confused and/or disapproving stares from the conservative passerby. Edith was almost typical in the way she was untypical.

Edith was beautiful, in that unconventional way. She had a gorgeous smile, but never showed it unless you caught her off guard. She had deep blue eyes that clashed wonderfully with her hair, and made you feel like she was telling you everything you ever needed to know. Edith made it seem as if she knew you too, even though she probably didn't really want to. Unless, you were like me, and got lucky.

Edith was a lot of things, but honest wasn't one of them.