Hool was an odd girl. Her hair was as dark and black as the ink you would write with. And it covered up her whole face till you couldn’t see her face. She always wore these black gothic dresses that wouldn’t show a inch of her skin. And she always looked and sounded as though she was crying or gloomy. Constantly depressed. One day she was sobbing creepily, her voice cracking like broken egg shells on the stone steps of a store. A storm was coming in because of her sadness