<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Name</span>:</span></span> Delilah Emily Davis<br/><span style="color: #FF80BF"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Age</span>:</span></span> Seventeen<br/><span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Gender</span>:</span></span> Female<br/><span style="color: #FF80BF"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance</span>:</span></span> <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrwhufn3KY1qktz2po1_500.jpg">http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrwhu ... o1_500.jpg</a><!-- m --><br/><span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Hair Color</span>:</span></span> Jet black<br/><span style="color: #FF80BF"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Eye Color</span>:</span></span> Soft pink<br/><span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Personality</span>:</span></span> Silly, Odd, Caring, Quiet, Observing, Sweet, Creative, Mysterious, Daring, Gentle, Friendly<br/><span style="color: #FF80BF"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Sexual Orientation</span>:</span></span> Straight<br/><span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Likes</span>:</span></span><br/>+ Reading<br/>+ Animals<br/>+ Rain<br/>+ Music<br/>+ Singing<br/>+ Writing<br/>+ Strangeness<br/><span style="color: #FF80BF"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Dislikes</span>:</span></span><br/>- Boredom<br/>- Pain<br/>- Tears<br/>- Normality<br/>- Silence<br/>- Rudeness</span><br/><br/>Delilah sat in the very back of the bus like she always did with her favorite book and her bag sitting on her lap. She would've been reading and minding her own business if the people around her weren't so loud. Yet she didn't mind. She never minded anything. People were interesting to her because they were something she could barely understand. No one made sense and she assumed she probably didn't make much sense to them either. That's why many avoided her. Communicating with humans was not something she was good at. Whenever she asked questions or tried to have a conversation, people would always think of her as odd or crazy. They just didn't have the same interests she did or the minds to comprehend it. They didn't understand her the way the spirits did. Yes, she was able to see and communicate to the deceased although most conversations were never so pleasant. But at times, they were quiet and good listeners. Although it made her look even stranger to others when she'd stand there talking to nothing. She knew then that she was clairvoyant and she accepted that. Others...not so much. She ignored everyone else though but it wasn't enough for her parents. They thought she was unhappy and that it wasn't good for her to be so, 'anti-social', as they called it. Just to please them, she joined this school and really isn't expecting anything to change. She's going to let whatever happens, happen. She kept her eyes focused on the cover of her book and hummed a quiet tune to herself as she waited for the bus to reach the school.