Willow is the 2nd of 4 children. She always felt lost in the mix of life. She grew up with a dorky dad who loved Data Entry, D&D, and animal puns. Her mom was a hippie born in the wrong decade. A mom who made granola and hated shoes.

Willow tried to find her voice in life, she had her "pony and rainbow" phase. Pop songs and boy bands, she was just what you expect. Then in high school when people started to develop their own voice, she found she had nothing to say. She started to buy things from Spencer's and Hot Topic. She started to wear black because other girls did not. She started wearing chokers and leather bracelets, she started to hang out with the Art kids, the Music kids, and even a few of the JROTC kids.

She found her niche as the "Girl in black with Resting-Bitch-Face"
And she had you. Her best friend.
You knew the real Willow. The one who loved weird music and the one who started to solidify as a genuine weirdo.

Now the both of you are in College together. She comes to you. She sits and starts as she often does. A little extra drama and a raw truth.

Willow is shifting in the wind again...