The light shone through the window of a small, white-walled room. A girl's body was spread across the small bed in the small room. Small, such an overused word. Infact, the girl and her family were naturally small. This made small a daily used word for them.
A alarm screamed through the quiet room. The small female slammed her hand on the alarm clock making all the noise. Boy, if the definition of aggressive was changed, this girl's name would be in the dictionary.
But who just is this girl? What is her name? And why is her family so small?
Well, the small girl's name was Cia Lovern. She was 15, a teen. And an annoying, aggressive teen she is. She had short black hair, usally in a bun. Her skin tanned easily. And her eyes; oh, what amazing eyes they were! The color of a summer mist in the Himilaya mountains. Most of her look compliments were based on her unique eyes.
As of now, the tiny Lovern family, was the most unique family you would ever meet in New Orleans.