once upon a time there was a girl. she was an ordinary girl, with a plain name and plain hair and plain features. in fact, there was nothing unique about this girl. but she wanted to write. and write. and write. so she started a diary to do just that, in hopes that she might learn to "make words flourish," as good writers often do. and she thought that maybe, after some time, she would be able to write beautiful words to convey all the things she stored up in her heart.
and maybe then there would be something extraordinary about the girl.
