Colette

she is colette bright and burning snow-white hair falling over sharp, eager eyes star-patterned uniform trimmed in vivid pink heart-shaped clip catching every flash of light clutches her treasured scrapbook like a holy thing cashier at the gift shop, fan of every soul here obsessed, devoted, all-in all the time her tally shots bite harder the stronger you are takes what she’s owed, collects what is hers dashes in and out like a spark, fast and fierce cheers loudest for the ones she admires most knows every name, every trick, every story never lets anyone slip away unnoticed proud of starr park, proud of every brawl fights with passion that never dims may seem wild, may seem too much but her heart beats true for this place and all within it and she will chase, she will fight, she will stand for the people, the prizes, the life she calls her own brawl stars forever — and she will never let go --- And you can’t leave Starr park aka brawl stars