Her name is Beverly. She is 5 feet, 9 inches tall, and weighs 167 pounds. She likes an even amount of peanut butter and an even amount of jelly on both sides of the bread for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She is afraid of the dark, and has a funeral for every bug she kills. Her hair smells like apples and her lips taste like tangerines. She wears deodorant that smells like pears. Her favorite color is chartreuse and she hates the smell of mayonnaise. In high school, she won most creative and most unique. She gives people artwork for free. When she was 7, she read 30 books in a month. Her biggest fear is having her best friends die unexpectedly. She carries a notebook everywhere she goes and wears a ring on her left middle finger everyday. When she is nervous, she starts putting her hair behind her ear or starts peeling the skin around her nails. She always wears coconut lip balm and eats half a cup of yogurt everyday. She loves banana flavored anything and enjoys drawing mopey looking people. Her favorite thing to drink is a dirty chai. Spicy food is an everyday craving and Hinduism fascinates her. She takes a 25 minute nap everyday after school and sings me a lullaby every Wednesday night. Her favorite snack is fresh fruit and she enjoys the smell of cigarettes and cologne on a person. She cries quietly and giggles at everything. Her eyes are an olive green pool of gold, outlined with a watery blue. She can’t go a day without biting her nails and she has an unhealthy obsession with Neutral Milk Hotel. She is your burger dream girl and can brighten up your day with her stupid laugh. Her lips probably taste as sweet as the things she says.
I know way her way more than I know myself, and that’s kind of a problem.