Joy, The Most Beautiful Girl Who Ever Lived.

Her entire head was like a sinkhole. Not like the acred woods of blue-green leaves where the trees and the forest floor all look so similar anyone could lose their way, but like a sinkhole. A weird, blobby pit of unhappiness where people lost their footing and then fell forever into the ground. There was an uncertainty surrounding everything about the way she looked. Her eyes couldn't pick a single direction to focus, trapped under a heavy brow. Her nose sat like a pile of shit, dripping more shit, and it was just a matter of whether she decided to blow it out or suck it in. Worst of all, God forbid you let her open her mouth. The heavy sighs and annoying patterned breathing, often followed by things better left unheard. Like poo from lips, her slippery tongue dropped disgusting fecal bombs of audio stench. The only reason anyone gave her the time of day was because they were trapped. They gave her a single moment of their time and fell off the beaten trail of life, lost in her disgusting face forever. She was Joy, the most beautiful girl who ever lived.