She wore her hair down,

Or pinned up blue hair clips.

She always wore ripped jeans,

Or patched shorts with bright colors.

She never wore any make-up,

And never missed a day of school.

She was so predictable,

And not second glance worthy,

That is,

Until you saw her smile.

Because her smile was extraordinarily unordinary,

And never was predictable.

It fluttered here and there,

Sometimes not seen for weeks.

But when you did see it,

She wasn’t ordinary anymore,

She was extraordinary.