Phoenix Maplewood Grace, beauty, and other girly synonyms.

She smiled sorrowfully at the small female. "I'm sorry you went through that. You and I are more alike than one would think, it appears. Its is a bit comforting to have someone else with a similar experience around," she confided honestly. She hoped the two could become good friends, maybe she could help Grace see that life isn't so bad away from your tormentors.

The scar on her leg was large and hairless but surprisingly no one had said anything about it nor her limp. She doubted anyone would bother Grace about her lame leg.