Everyone said she was very beautiful.
When she was in the country school, the guys stared at her,gossiped among themselves, and craved for her attention . The girls were dying to be friends with her.
They said she was 'hot'....they said she had this 'appeal' .

She didn't want all the attention. She didn't want to be hot and breathtaking. But she couldn't help it.

It wasn't her fault that her perfect brown eyes shone in the sun.
It wasn't her fault that her auburn hair curled up perfectly, with a few twirls hanging from her forehead. No matter how much she tried to mess up her hair,it always came back to perfection.
It wasn't much of her saying that she was lean and sporty, with toned legs that could run miles.
She wasn't asked if she wanted that heart winning glamorous smile...even that melodious voice.

A girl who didn't want to be what she was, a girl who was named Hay.