Andy

Andy. That's what she called herself when talking to herself. Andy... yes, Andy. That was a good name. No one else called her by that name. Truly, it didn't matter to her what she was called; as long as she knew that she was being addressed, she'd answer. What's in a name, anyway? Eh, what does it matter?

Different names suited her at different times... sometimes she looked or felt like another name would suit her better than what she was given at birth. Why must she remain one person all the time? When she was a child she was called many things. One thing in particular that stuck in her mind was "Beautiful." Yes, she was Beautiful at one point in her life. So much so that she wouldn't answer to anything else

Long ago she grew out of that. It's sad, really. She wouldn't answer to Beautiful now if you yelled it in her face. Who has she become??