herself. Her face was smooth, free of scars, as were her bare arms. Her cheeks were no longer hollow, her muscle gone, replaced by baby fat. Her hair was once again long and bushy with a mind of its own. The only thing that didn't change was her eyes. The dead cognac colored eyes didn’t go with the rest of her appearance. Seeming out of place among her bright, youthful look. She closed her eyes in frustration and focused on every happy memory she had. After several moments she opened them. They were still a little dull, but she looked like a normal teenager now.