Things are not always what they appear to be, she knew that well. She looked like a normal girl and she was... She was exactly that, a normal girl, which was really frustrating for her.
She had tried to learn to do new and unexpected things, but she always ended up giving up, either because she grew bored out of it, or because someone told her that she was the kind of person who would do that.
When she was on the verge of giving up and stay normal for her whole life, she saw some really nice graffitis on the street. Why not? she thought, she was a good painter and no one would ever think about her as a street artist.
Some months after she had taken the decission, drawings started to appear in the poorest and more degraded regions of the city, lighting up the dull and grey streets. And she was happy knowing that she was no longer a normlal girl.
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