She's a Hex Maniac — one of those girls who lives slightly sideways from everyone else. Average height, dark purple hair held back by a purple headband, dark blue eyes that don't quite meet yours. A purple dress patterned with spiderwebs. Purple Mary Janes.

She spends most of her time in the woods and the graveyards and the places people walk past quickly. She talks to things. Sometimes they answer.

What she doesn't have is friends. Not really. Not one. She's tried — she's just bad at the part where you say hello and then keep talking. She's been bad at it for years.

Today she was in the bushes. Today someone walked past. She got excited, moved too fast, and came out nose-first into a branch.