A girl, probably an
older teenager, stares at
the floor intently. Her ***** blonde hair is
wrapped into a messy bun, strands of
hair falling to her shoulders and
near her neck. She sits with
posture, shoulders back and neck tall,
seeming like a grown woman.  
Her cotton-colored shirt has thin
sleeves, showing her arms and
collarbone.  Her pencil skirt falls to the
middle of her thighs, a little too short
in my opinion. The skirt is embroidered with
small flowers out of
lace, glowing with royal blue
fabric. Her small diamond earrings and
miniscule jewelry
compliments her.  She seems
stressed,
nervous, as she
bites her lip and
squints her eyes staring
at the TV.  I hear the name,
Shelby,
and her head
lifts.