"Apperances aren't everything". Her face aged with everything she's been through. The creases around her eyes similar to an un ironed shirt. She began smoking at the age of 18 to help deal with the struggles she has faced. Smoking has been her only escape. She holds the cigarrate with some arrogance; not because she feels as if she is on top of the world but because she doesn't want the world to see the fear in her eyes. The world see's her at a cocky old lady who is slowly killing her lungs. Nobody stoping for a second to find out what her story is. Sitting at the bus stop, the smoke is the only thing keeping her warm. People rushing and racing not stoping to take a second glance. Hoping that someone, someday will stop and show her a better day, she waits. Inhaling the smoke once again she waits for someone to take her back to her younger days. The days with no problems or regrets. She lones to be a kid again and laugh at the childish things. She lones to go back to the days when she didn't have to hide the struggles on her face.