She shuffled into the room, standing in the background, swaying irritably to and fro on her feet as she waited for someone to acknowledge her. To call her unkempt was an understatement: her dark blonde hair was a rat's nest, and her legs and underarms had gone unshaven for weeks. Her skin was covered in scabs both old and fresh, in places suggesting that she struggled with acne. The obnoxiously bright colors of her clothing were marred by the stains of food that had been wantonly scarfed down. Her brow was constantly furrowed; one could never exactly tell whether she was genuinely upset or simply deep in thought.
If you were a character in a novel......?
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She shuffled into the room, standing in the background, swaying irritably to and fro on her feet as she waited for someone to acknowledge her. To call her unkempt was an understatement: her dark blonde hair was a rat's nest, and her legs and underarms had gone unshaven for weeks. Her skin was covered in scabs both old and fresh, in places suggesting that she struggled with acne. The obnoxiously bright colors of her clothing were marred by the stains of food that had been wantonly scarfed down. Her brow was constantly furrowed; one could never exactly tell whether she was genuinely upset or simply deep in thought.