She has noone to turn to, not even her mother. Her hair blows southeast following the rhythms of the wind. The sky painted with various shades of yellow, orange, and even a little pink. Pearl’s icy blue eyes shimmer in the light. She wonders to herself “Why am I the way that I am?...why god?”. A single tear cascades off the side of her left cheek. No response. Suddenly she feels hollow on the inside. She feels as if nothing lies within her. No organs, bones, or any tissue for that matter. Nothing. This is what Pearl truly feels, yet not one person pays any attention. “There is no god… if there was then I wouldn’t have to feel this way! If only someone would answer my question… then I wouldn’t be like