Christine

                Dressed in a black St. John’s hooded sweater, that bears large red and white letters, which says St John’s, is Christine. As you travel downwards, her legs are wrapped in dark blue jeans that show her feminine curves. On her feet are simple black sandals. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun that somehow sits completely comfortably on her oval shaped head. As you gaze at her face, the first, if not only thing that catches your attention are her eyes. Her eyes are two brown globes of glass that reflect everything she sees. Her somewhat wide nose just so flawlessly centers her face. Her lips are light shades of pink, which calls attention to the dark brown beauty mark on her chin. When first meeting Christine, she seems intense, scary. However, as you get to know her, she is completely the opposite. The strong features on her face are slightly downplayed by her “grungy” clothes. She seems much unprepared, as if she woke up only a few minutes ago.
                This is not the Christine I know. Christine usually dresses in chic clothing that perfectly matches her level of maturity. Her hair is always done perfectly, as if it was done by a professional in a salon, yet did not take her much time. Her simple makeup never failing to bring out her features so ever more. Her whole ambience speaks elegance and she exudes experience, knowledge, and comfort. She is definitely the motherly type, as she diligently listens to her friends’ problems and offers advice after much careful deliberation.