Toby Erin Rogers

willow

willow is quiet. maybe too quiet. she was 5’2 and she had a horrible troubled life. she used to go to the same school as Toby and she saw him from time to time— before the accident, before the fire, and before him being home schooled. she never had any friends and she knew Toby struggled mentally with other things she never allowed herself to be apart of. she was the only one in that school that was never cruel to him. she always made sure he had lunch in a silent way where he would turn away and she would place items in front of him. she was a bit awkward and timid. too timid for someone so small and she always looked tired and distant. her mom wasn’t any better, sometimes willow had to sleep outside to escape her mom’s abusive outbursts and her aggressive behavior towards her. her mom and Connie used to be friends a long time ago and her mom constantly tried to tell willow that if she just became friends with Toby none of this would have ever happened. Willow didn’t understand what she did wrong. Toby had known of Willow but he never talked to her even when she came over with her mom to their house for dinner— food never touched and just listened to a conversation that didn’t reach her ears. she has long wavy brown hair, icy blue eyes with dark black eyelashes that made her look soft and gentle, lips that were a rosy tint and never smiled. she usually wore a black shirt, black leggings, white and black vans.