Snorpy

there was a girl who stared down the world and laughed, light and easy, when it bowed to her. she batted her eyelashes and twirled her hair and crushed pure gold under her heels like it was salt. I think we'll call her Sally Jane. Sally Jane took one look at the royal flush fate dealt her and folded with a smirk, telling herself that life just wasn't worth it without a challenge. the girl was effortlessly opposite, the most secret yet glaringly offensive hypocrite, a breathing oxymoron. she had her feet planted firmly on the sky and her hands reaching for the grass, fingers itching to finally grab hold of one of those green blades. Sally Jan