Stick it out;

She was different.
Not the type you would see in a magazine. Not quite your ordinary teenager.
Appearance? Well different yes, but substantially standard.
It was what was on the inside. A yearning that never met any satisfaction. She was all kinds of colourful.

She stirred as the morning sun glistened through her blinds and drove into her eyes. She rubbed her lids and slowly blinked. Looking at her fingers she saw the mascara smudges, it was another morning of panda eyes.
She yawned as she fumbled for the alarm clock, curious for the time.
4.06.
‘Not exactly morning’ she mumbled as she forced her face into her pillow. The warmth of the flannelette brushing against her cheek.