I smile at Jackie and shrug, feeling something reappear behind me. I glance behind me to find my mom, her aura shining gold around her. She smiles and kisses my cheek from behind, whispering to me that I forgot something at home. She sneaks it in my pocket and I feel embarassed, burning red, "Thank you mom..."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Do not try to be pretty. You weren't meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don't let anyone ever simplify you to just 'pretty'" — Suzanne Rivard