Today's Plinky.com prompt is:
"For your memoir, describe what you looked like as a teenager".
She stood aloof from the crowd, arms folded and posture closed. The other teens paid her no notice, except for a snicker or two.
A strange aura surrounded her, as mysterious and odd as the way she looked. Her clothes hung off her, a few sizes too big. The style appeared to be a combination of Victorian garb and hippy duds.
Her hair was long and braided, snaking down past her waist. Large gold glasses hid her eyes, rather than framing them.
At first glance, she seemed quite young, but when she spoke, her words were quaint and mature.
She wasn't beautiful… yet she wasn't ugly. She was plain, but without being ordinary. Everything about her was an awkward and endearing contradiction.