Description
Her name is Violet Connery. She's the girl with the silly half smile, and the messed up hair. She's the girl that will laugh at anything, even if it's something stupid and simple. She's the girl that looks shy but opens up to be a bright flower full of color. At least, on the surface she's this girl. On the outside. Her name is Violet. She's the girl that can't stand being around large groups of people. She's the girl that has snarky remarks hidden beneath honey glazed words. She's the girl that hates getting pushed around and can't stand being weak in the face of confrontation. She's the girl that has been through something that only a few some could relate to. This is the real Violet. So what was she doing in London, moving into a empty flat above two very unique souls? She was hiding. Trying to stay out of sight. But you know how that works out in stories like these. _ A fluff story that I came up with.
It's a start
