Mask of Death

I have a good friend. I've known her since she was 4.

Her favorite color is yellow. She likes daredevil sports like para sailing and strawberry milkshakes over vanilla and chocolate. She loves Jamba Juice and IHOP. She listens to pop music like Avril Lavigne and Justin Timberlake. Her favorite animal is the killer whale, but she knows it well enough to call it an orca. She loves her stuffed stingrays and her (what else?) orca, completely to scale. She likes to color in the details in coloring books, because the big sections bore her. She plays piano, and her expectations are very high. Once she learns a piece, or hears you play one, she doesn't want to hear or play it again, unless it's perfect. She likes dramatic pieces like Beethoven's Tempest Sonata. She plays Bop It and Super Smash Bros. She gets good grades, and works hard, and doesn't complain. She wears flowery, lacy dresses.

Can you guess her name? It's Minie.

Her favorite color is black. She grows Queen of Night tulips and is disappointed when they turn out purple. Her backpack has cute little cartoon skulls on them. She isn't excited about anything, or interested in anything. People know she has good grades, but they don't think she tries, at all. She doesn't tell you when she wants something. She doesn't care. She asks her mom for Uggs and Northfaces, and fancy phones. She listens to metal and Evanescence. She is morbid and disinterested, cynical and sarcastic, yet she loves to laugh.

Do you know her? It's Lejia.

You wants to be known on your terms, but I will remember Easter egg hunts and playing with Barbies. I know what you want without you saying anything. I've been spoiling you.