Cheerful cups

         She was as elusive as the dreams you can't remember. As hard to grasp on to as the sand slipping grain by grain between the crevices of your fingers. A spirit so wild as a mustang. A mind as creative as the greatest inventors and artists, man they would've of been jealous of her. Even with her heart and mind so set on goals, the world managed to corrupt her. Break her innocence day by day, tear her wild spirit and entrap her in the cocoon that would slowly devour every last bit of her that made her so..so..so HER. The world has a funny way of taking the angels that god let slip onto Earth to help make it a better place, taking these angles and making them its[the world's]own personal slave.
         So who is "she"? "She" is Eleanor White and this is her story. I know that she would have wanted me to share this with many people. I believe that even until the end she wasn't completely lost, that the girl I loved was not completely devoured by the world. I know that she wanted to help the people who got a hold of this, to give them the chance she never had to reevaluate life. Reader, let me tell you that it is not too late for you, even when its too late...it's not. You CAN save yourself.