Create a character driven by fear
A short brown haired girl named Alley went to school in far away France. Her first day in kindergarten was a little out of the ordinary, for you see Alley had to wear a uniform for the first time. Alley’s mother struggled to put on the uniform on her and when she finally did POP her head pops out of the opening shirt; Alley giggled. The shirt was white mesh and so it didn’t do much warmth- especially in the morning. Over the shirt Alley’s mother slid on top charcoaled merino wool typed poncho and on it laid two enormous buttons that sat right on Alley’s little chest.
My eyes widened with amazement. So you can’t stand buttons because of the huge buttons on your poncho when you were younger? I asked. Yeah! Alley spoke in a calm voice. Alley still had short brown hair only now with loose curls that sat safety on her shoulders. Lying next to hr on her bed was her high school uniform exactly like mine; blue and black checker skirt that was long enough to cover your legs and there it was. Just like she explained. The buttons she could not stand. Undone. Forever intact in its fitted hole. Untouched.
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