She had the world’s most beautiful hands. Long fingers and delicate fingernails accented a light ivory skin. One could see beneath the clear cream horns into her sweet pale pink flesh.
She had fingers one would expect to see gliding across a piano in a glass room at dark hours in the morning, or perhaps drifting down a cello in a clearing of a forest surrounded by shade at noontime.
As a result of the previous descriptive scenarios, one would think that A——- is a musician. A musical legend of some sort who educates the world on the true meaning of classical music or at least an up and coming aspiring violinist of the age thirteen.
This as you have guessed it was not the case. A——- was a peculiar child. Though she was indeed thirteen, when one passed A——- on the street, one would hear voices. These voices are not to be confused with the voices of ghosts or other supernatural beings. Instead, these voices were usually the voices of others also passing by A——- on the street.
It was nearly impossible for anyone not to whisper and comment on A——-. The core of everyone’s criticism was always her blinding white bodysuit. This was no ordinary bodysuit. Custom-tailored, it was made from a new kind of breathable white vinyl. Very expensive and only recently patented, the material was only available in a small company in the countryside of Japan under the name Siro Boshi, translated as White Star. It started halfway around her neck and all the way down to her feet. In fact, they enveloped her feet. At the very bottom of this bodysuit was also an experimental type of foam rumored to perfect one’s posture and strengthen one’s bones. A——- agreed to try it out and compose an outstanding review were they to give her a discount. They gave it to her for free.
Although the bodysuit was, as expected, a shockingly bold fashion statement in the town of Markham, Ontario, A——- wore it well. Since the age of two, A——-’s family members noticed that she had stunningly red hair. The kind that no matter how advanced hair coloring would get, could never be mimicked or reproduced. This hair contrasted beautifully with the white bodysuit.
In all its unforeseeable complexity, this bodysuit had but one more interesting feature. From the side it would resemble a full bodysuit having both long sleeves that ended at the wrist and something of a turtleneck. However, upon closer observation, one would notice that starting from the tip of her inner forearm to the ends of her fingers there was no white vinyl to be seen at all.
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