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Beautiful, Absolutely Beautiful
By: Psycho Brownie (Kameron)

Sarah, what a beautiful name? What an even better person? Sarah, men despise her but there is no reason too. Sarah is the perfect women, why would anybody despise her? Sarah’s day starts out everyday at her modest little country home in Brigmont, Massachusetts. She calls her house Bonita, as this means beautiful, and believes me when I say her house is magnificently gorgeous. When you lay eyes on it, it makes you want to get on your knees and cry as you are weakened by its magnificent beauty. It’s as if her house was built by gods, brick by brick. Bonita is a fascinating display of excellent architectural work. She built her house by herself, every single detail she made. When you walk up the cobblestone path toward marvelous Bonita, you are greeted by an overwhelming brilliant garden of color. Every color you can think of is there, looking at you with a brilliant shade. They have a hypnotizing scent to ravish to explain. You are submerged into a daydream of running through a field of endless lilies that symbolize love. This is a love for everything, as how can you even dare to hate or dislike with such a pulchritudinous wonder in front of your eyes. After you exit the garden, you’re welcomed to a large porch with a swing and rocking chair. The porch is pure white, as the rest of the house. There’s not even one complication in the wood, absolutely perfect. Here Sarah sits at nights staring into the distant sky admiring its beauty. She sits there for hours alone, but it doesn’t bother her. Her companionship is Bonita. When you walk through the white painted, wooden door, there you see a hallway. A hallway of magnificent pictures of the countryside, beautiful mountain scenery, and far way mystical places. The walls are painted a special light blue, like the sky. It makes you seem as if you’re floating, discovering unknown magical lands of beauty and enchantment. Her kitchen is immaculate, and it’s the perfect white, pots and pans of silver hang from the middle hanging pendulum over the kitchen isle, where most of the food is prepared. Here, on this little kitchen isle lays fruit in a basket, fresh fruit brilliant in color. She keeps her kitchen in perfect condition, and from the kitchen window you can peek into he backyard. In her big beautiful backyard surrounded by a small white picket fence lies another garden, this one with fruit trees and vegetables. The lush green lettuce, bright red tomatoes, green peppers all lie next to one another in perfect harmony. If you pick an apple off the tree, it’s perfect in shape and taste. A bite into one of these Bonita apples is like tasting heaven. It’s the same way for her orange trees, lemon trees, and I believe what is to be a luscious cherry tree. Sarah never uses or eats processed food from the grocery store, she grows everything. This makes her vegetarian as there is no farm animal on her Bonita. She has a birdbath in her backyard, a tiny white bird bath; birds of all kinds come to play in. Her whole house is immaculate; she makes sure it’s clean all the time. Not once in her life has it been dirty, not once in her life has she not cooked the food on time, not once in her life has she stumbled or messed up on anything. She’s been perfect since birth. She makes an honest living, getting by day to day with absolute ease. There is never any problem with Sarah, so why do men despise her. You see, Sarah is not like other women, she doesn’t fit into the category men call pretty. Sarah is a bit heavy, not thin like the other women. She has moles on her face that spew out hair. Her nose is rather large and her eyebrows very thick. She is not what they call attractive.
When Sarah goes to town and walks among the streets the people stare. The pelt humongous rocks at her, and speak hideous comments. Sarah doesn’t let this bother her. She lives her life normal, and isn’t affected by this drama which she calls “ignorance.” Just the other day Sarah was walking down Baker Street when two rude skinny women walked up and insulted her.
“You fat hairy witch, why don’t you go back to your wicked old house?” The women sneered bursting out into a cacophony of ridiculous laughter.
Unaffected by the ridiculous comment Sarah just smiled. She smiled directly at the women revealing her crooked yellow teeth.
“There is no need for rude comments. As you are a lovely woman I can see, but beauty is skin deep. You might be beautiful on the outside but on the inside you’re the evil fat hairy witch. I’m a sweet young woman, which has manners and is always kind. So let’s handle this like decent women and not fret. As I am truly unaffected by your foolishness.”
The women were silent. There was nothing they could say to break her spirit. Sarah had used the perfect words to describe the women, and she had made her point. There was no way you could affect her in a negative way. As the men only looked for beauty, as the beautiful women they obtained focused on their pocketbooks and not love. She felt bad for them, being sucked dry by beautiful money sucking parasites. Even though no one showed love for her, she had too much pride for love. It would be great if Sarah had a handsome young man for herself, not concerned about her outside figure, but who she was on the inside. That would be great, but is it to happen. She doesn’t promise herself as this is silly, but she does smile. Sarah sits on her porch staring into the distant stars not with a greedy wishing attitude, but with an attitude of gratitude. She is proud of her appearance and accomplishments unaffected by the outside negative world. She compliments herself and stays happy, because beauty is skin deep. For this I admire Sarah, and one day hope to find a Sarah of my own. She is the perfect woman, and I would sit upon the porch with her gazing out upon the stars. She would be my everything and we would be happy.
The End.

Yah xd Written in 5th grade so didn't really correct mistakes.... sweatdrop

You wrote that in the fifth grade? Holy crap!
When I was in the fifth grade I was writing stories about the discrimination of leprechauns not being allowed to purchase ice cream or attend events in or near public venues... I was a weirdie.

But I really like this! If you went back over this now... that'd be pretty dang sweet! It's so true and interesting and just... whoa! XD I enjoyed reading it.

: D

I can accept that 3nodding

That is so cuuute!