Autumn is the time of year when the fourth generation of Monarch butterflies is born – egg, caterpillar, chrysalis, adult butterfly. The adult butterflies migrate south for the winter, but this was an entirely different Autumn. She wasn’t heading south. She was only heading upwards.
This was Autumn Berkshire. There were only two caterpillars, two never-changing, fixed caterpillars (except when she was stricken with surprise, naturally). These two insects lived right on her face, right above those two piercing green eyes. Most of the time, the intensity of her eyes stole the stage from her massive eyebrows and other various imperfections. The candy-apple redness of her lipstick did nothing but add animation to the masterpiece that was her face. Freckles danced eloquently upon her nose and onto her cheeks, completely in-sync with time and space. Her pasty-white skin contrasted with her bright features; for this she was lucky. Autumn lived in a world, unfortunately, where beauty dictated the ease in which one walked through life.
For Autumn, life was only easy when she was happy. It took her twenty years to figure this out, but it still plagued her. “Why is it that people are nicer when I am happy, calm and look my best?” she wondered. It was a strange phenomenon that behavior was so easily swayed by such trivial matters. The truth is, we need other people in life. As human beings, we long for the comfort of those we love and trust. What is life without friends you love and a family you eventually learn to accept? Sucky.
“Why can’t we all just be nice? Even if we don’t want to sleep with someone, why can’t we be kind?” These are questions that have been asked many times before, this is nothing new, Autumn isn’t special in any way for wondering these things.
To only focus on those eye-brows, one could concoct that she was a beast, a down-right animal. However, subjecting one’s eyes to the whole package, eye-brows and all, stunning and other adjectives of that nature come to mind. She may have been the only girl in the entire history of human existence with monstrous eye-brows with capabilities to arouse jealousy of even the Paris Hilton clones in her little suburban high school.
The clones would snicker and stare. “I just can’t win” she thought to herself while still burdened by the gloomy walls of Lalaland High School.