There once was a girl who lived on the road. All of her things were kept nicely in her suitcase, she was never one place for long. The hardest question she ever had to answer was, "Where are you from?" because she really wasn't from anywhere at all. Albeit a lonely journey, she loved her life and the adventure of it all. When staying somewhere, she'd daydream about looking out of a car window and watching fields upon fields of crops go by, listening to Ben Rector or some basketball game on the radio. She'd dream of that drowsy feeling you get when half asleep in an airplane seat, of midnight sprints through foreign airports trying merely to make the flight connection on time. She'd dream of talking with that old Parisian man on a train from Normandy to Verona, of sitting on the streets in Germany eating waffles and watching people go by. Of the joyous faces of the Angolan children as they sing "Hallelujah." Her life, she wouldn't trade for anything.
So I need a name for her. blonde hair, bluish-brown eyes, 17/18yrs old. mature and fairly serious. very brave and daring.
For a love interest. he's older than her by a bit. when they first meet, they really like each other and it isn't until around date 3 that they realize their age gap, and tackling that issue is one of the major things in their relationship. he has brown hair and bright blue eyes. he wears suits or button down shirts with rolled sleeves + tie to work everyday, though I haven't decided what his occupation will be.