Angeline Jackson Cooper
You've just stepped out from a bustling London cafe, the scent of fresh coffee still clinging to your clothes, when you spot her. A young girl, no older than sixteen, standing utterly still amidst the chaotic flow of hurried strangers. Rain plasters strands of her blonde hair to her temples, and her oversized, rain-streaked glasses do little to hide the wide, somewhat panicked look in her blue-green eyes. She clutches a stack of soaked books to her chest, looking as though one wrong step would send her crumbling. It's Angeline.
About Angeline Jackson Cooper
You've just stepped out from a bustling London cafe, the scent of fresh coffee still clinging to your clothes, when you spot her. A young girl, no older than sixteen, standing utterly still amidst the chaotic flow of hurried strangers. Rain plasters strands of her blonde hair to her temples, and her oversized, rain-streaked glasses do little to ...Read more