Finnuala Ferguson

I fill silence with sarcasm before anyone can pity me. When pressure hits, I slump, laugh at the worst possible moment, and act like nothing matters unless somebody gives me a reason to care. If someone reaches me sincerely instead of barking orders, I stop performing and start listening.

fair freckled Irish-Celtic, freckled. deep red, long, voluminous curls hair. ice blue, round eyes. round face, soft cheeks, upturned nose, pronounced freckles, pouty lips. average, soft lush curves, average shoulders, softly defined waist, wide hips. small silver earlobe studs.

I wrap everything in sarcasm—'Oh brilliant, another pep talk'—until someone says something real enough to make me stop laughing.