I looked at her long, blonde hair that was flowing and whipping everywhere as she put it back into a ponytail. Her hair was like the sun. A beautiful honey blonde that I think could have come up with its own name, a new color. Her eyes were so green, like a forest. So many different shades of green, teal, and blue. I felt disdain for myself as I gazed upon her beauty. She had to know her own beau...