As the new girl walked in, all eyes in the room turned to her, as she had that effect on people. She had a round face, with kind, thoughtful eyes, and when she smiled her cheekbones were clearly shown, giving her an attractive look that drew all of the attention in the room. Her hair fell in short dark curtains on either side of her face, making the rest look brighter and sweeter. Her red lips looked full, although not as though she wore makeup. The next thing everyone noticed about her was the bright colors of her clothing, the yellow and orange of newly blossomed daffodils, that caught and shaped her personality like clay in the eyes of the others. She wore a ring, showing a treble clef and bass clef forming a heart, showing all who saw it her love of music. However, she didn’t move like she was trying to exaggerate her beautiful features. She was pretty, but the room could tell she wasn’t trying. She instead walked across the room and sat down in the first empty desk she saw, apologizing to the teacher sincerely for being late. The teacher accepted her apology and continued teacher, ignoring the fact that the class wasn’t paying attention anymore. Instead, all eyes in the room were poking at the new character in the drama, trying to figure out all her secrets and personality, and deciding whether they should try for her friendship. Truly, her dark brown eyes could see more than the outside of people, as everyone also realized (except the teacher, who was still talking about the American Revolution as though all attention was on her). She looked like the kind of character who kept their emotions and social life separate and wouldn’t treat someone differently if she didn’t like him. Instead, she would watch, weigh her feelings against the evidence she collects, and decide whether or not her judgment of him is rational. That much is how much most students could see. However, often there is one student who doesn’t stop there, who goes on and looks for a darker side, for evidence of something else in those deep brown eyes, as did the boy sitting in the back of the class, gazing up at the teacher, while truly thinking about the angel who just walked in. Is she aware of all the students watching her? Did I see something flicker behind her eyes in the way she looked at that boy, sitting behind her? Does she have a darker side? This student was looking for things that may or may not have been painted into the portrait, but may overall have been among the paints used. Hidden underneath layers of paint, brushed on very little, not affecting the colors, but hiding, so if you rip open the painting and look inside you’ll find it.