She stepped outside it was a clear day, unclouded with the birds chirping and rodents scurrying. She was Destinie, a young girl with dreams. Her imagination always took her where she wanted to go. Destinie yawned widely and stepped off the wooden porch. What an imagination this girl had, she was short with shoulder length dark-brown hair, brillient sparkling emeralds for eyes, and a pale face of porcelain. Almost perfect for along with her great mind came great beauty. Walking along the sidewalkshe allowed her thoughts to take over.
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