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<BR><div style="width:410px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; color: 000000; line-height: 100%"> The first time you see Dahlia Delossantos, you might confuse her for a delicate person. It’s not hard. Her dyed bright red hair flowed down her face in slight waves, her green eyes always shiny and welcoming. But, although her voice was angelical, her words cut; although her touch was soft, her punches hurt. She was a strange creature, always known as ‘that Dahlia girl’ by those who met her and later whispered when she walked past, but that never changed her. She knew that, in the long run, she would be better than them.
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Dahlia was the person who would often stay at home with a bottle of wine and a Hemingway book, instead of out to that Irish pub from down the street. Her Friday nights were generally spent watching some crappy TV, then blogging and refreshing the Al Jazeera page. Most people thought of her as weird, but she was just applied and worldly and uninterested in anything that wouldn’t get her anywhere relevant. She wanted to do great things, and if her time in college was spent getting drunk and yelling “CHUG CHUG CHUG” at other people, she knew she’d just end up writing the beauty column for Cosmo, which would be a undervaluation of her time trying to get a Journalism degree. She didn’t leave Spain for nothing, after all. She left because she wanted to be one of the greats, someone who people would mention in conversation daily. She wanted to be remembered.
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When it came to her relationships with other people, you can already tell she isn’t the most sociable person. Sure, she’d talk to people, but only if they have something important, relevant, or smart to say, or if she really needed to. And generally people didn’t have important, relevant, or smart things to say. People always thought she was stubborn and moody and hateful, but she was just different and conscious of what went on in the world. She always singled out people she thought were doing something wrong, regardless of whether they were friends or not, but in her opinion, that was the correct thing to do. She wasn’t a biased person, she was just honest. Brutally honest. That was something else that made most people dislike her, strongly. Which, in return, made her dislike most people. Which made her seem like a stubborn, moody and hateful person to the great majority of people. Which sucked, because she isn’t. She’s just different, and has standards that are too high for friends.
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Dahlia completely, honestly preferred her large collection of books to people. When she was a child, she never considered that some people actually disliked reading. She thought everyone must’ve had a huge library in their houses, that everyone only went out because they had to, but then she realised somewhere along the way, that such people were actually a rarity. That was when she first began distrusting the rest of the world. That was when she decided she needed to change things. That was when she decided that her way to change things would be through journalism. Through keeping people connected with what happened in this screwed up world, maybe they’d open their eyes and change.
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Of course, that was a long shot. She was still in college, she still had a crappy job, she still had her family to deal with- but she hoped and dreamed that she would get somewhere in life. She hoped she would get to do something important, she hoped she would eventually change people’s views and make the world different, but for now, she tried and made an effort to be better. To be the best anyone could ever find.
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