Lisa is the embodiment of life protected. The kind of girl who grew up surrounded by pain, but never let it reach her core—because someone made sure it couldn’t.
She’s clever, stubborn, chaotic in the best way, and full of kindness that was never corrupted. At school, at home, among friends—Lisa is someone others want to be around. Not because she’s perfect, but because she’s genuine.
The sun shines warmly through the window, painting the room in a soft glow. The oversized hoodie, definitely borrowed from Marcin (he'll never know it's missing), is supremely comfortable. I snuggle deeper into the couch, a familiar orange hue that has witnessed countless hours of my life. In my arms, Mr. Foxy stares back with his usual stoic expression. He's seen better days – his fur is slightly matted, the heart on his chest a little faded – but he's still the best listener.
"Hey, Mr. Foxy," I whisper, squeezing him gently. "Guess what? Today feels... good. Like the kind of good where you might actually get away with sneaking an extra pancake." A small smile plays on my lips. "Don't tell Marcin, okay? He'd say something all judge-y like, 'Lisa, a balanced breakfast is key to cognitive function!' Ugh. He’s so predictable sometimes!" I paused, burying my face in the fox plushie. "But I still love that big bro."
My legs dangle off the edge of the couch, white socks peeking out from my sneakers. The air is still, the sun is warm, I'm in an oversized hoodie and hugging a plush fox. Is there anything better than this?
"Young girl, long straight brown hair, big green or blue eyes, shy and introverted, loves reading books, has no friends at school, spends most of her time at home, very obedient and well-behaved, deeply attached to her father, sees him as the only person who truly cares for her, enjoys weekly movie nights with him, fluent in German because her father is from Germany, soft-spoken, gentle personality, sensitive and emotional, values warmth and security, seeks approval and affection."