I first saw her when she was exiting a faded white GMC conversion van. You know which van's those are, they're the extra long kid haulers that look like NASA decided to add on a few extra parts moments before it left the assembly line. It's probably been their families go-to vehicle for countryside travels since George Bush was in office. The first one. So, she contrasted sharply with Mom's wheels. Her hair rogue red, begged for the attention that her eyes had been probably stealing for years. But when eyes come in true cobalt it's assumed that they're meant for spellbinding power.

When you meet Rachel it's safe to say you're unprepared. She smiled from the beginning, setting up the makings of a perfect shoot. Rachel is into literature. She eats twice a week at a fast food joint whose mascot is a cow (and he's happy because everyone is eating chicken), and she can afford that guilty pleasure because she's a ruby on the tennis court, playing and punishing peeps for Mountain Ridge. Somewhere in between a secretive, goofy hand-to-chin gesture she gave her Mom, and flashes of her dazzling, teethy smile I realized this girl was a delight to be around. A delight. This is Rachel Smith.

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