In small village going by the name of Darkyr, there lived a girl.
A girl nicknamed Vicious.
Everyone avoided her, because they thought her smile looked scary for she had very pointy teeth.
They said she had a vicious smile. That was why she was nicknamed Vicious after all, said the smarter girls and boys whilst nodding their heads.
But really, it wasn't quite so.
They never recognized her smile for what it was - a gentle one.
It wasn't her fault she was born with pointy teeth. She spent hours looking into the river, trying to smile in a way that people would interpret as kind and caring, but all the people ever saw was her teeth.
It was sad, really.
And I'm not in the mood, to change it to what it was supposed to be - to change it into something beautiful.
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