Her name was Sunny.
She was seventeen years old, and already the sort of beautiful that would have lasted forever. She was an accomplished gymnast and dancer, and had a remarkably haunting singing voice that landed her the lead in her school musicals each year. She got good grades, dressed appropriately, had perfect blonde hair, snowy white skin, and bright blue eyes. Her teachers loved her, she got along with everyone, and never once stopped smiling. Her father was a pastor and raised her to be a good Christian, and she spread love and compassion graciously. Her parents were proud.
She was born on Christmas Eve, and endured being dressed as an angel year after year. She loved the Christmas spirit, and at the age of four, belted forth an incredible rendition of "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" at both her preschool and church, bringing warmth and joy to people in her city. She started school smoothly, waving a h