Amelia lived an average life so far sitting by her desk at an average spot in the classroom, her average pleated school uniform skirt wasn't anything special. Average black hair which averagely reached her average shoulders, an averagely feminine cologne coming off it. An average face with brown eyes which, like any other pair of average eyes, glittered in the sunlight. Today was an average day of living, as average.

She had an average affection for the color green, but nothing else. Amelia was an average girl with average likes and an average presence in an average school. Completely average to be oblivious to her average demeanor, and it didn't annoy anyone nor piqued any interests. Average, average... Did I say average?

She wasn't aware of her average predicament, but if she did, she would react averagely to it. By that, she would averagely brush it off through another average afternoon. If her averageness broke, she would grow from it in an average.

And surprisingly enough, she was an average school girl. Who woulda bloody thunk?