Davis was a sweet girl. She had short brown hair, blue eyes, and paler skin. She was 17 years old and had a slim body. Her chest was flatter, as was her rear end, and her belly was also flat. She didn't go around for boys like most girls her age were doing. She was happy drawing and being invisible. Her closest friends were at most five people, and she only ever saw them at lunch or the random class. Davis was what was called the wall flower, and she was happy there.