Glenna has an air of glamor about it, but also air of mischief. It makes me think of silk wraps and dimples, of flip flops and diamond earrings and bubblegum, of Lana Del Rey and nail polish. Glenna is the girl at the side of the swimming pool, at the diner eating french fries, at the theater dressed to the nines. Glenna is the girl who seems fun, but has a dark edge to her humor, and thoughts she never shares with the world. Glenna is silver satin; wisps of hair escaping a bun; red fingernails tapping the table; cheap backpacks; chanel bags; laughs that are just a little bit forced; girls complimenting each other in the bathroom; cherry coke; the quiet at the bottom of a swimming pool; karaoke night with friends. Glenna is laughing, dazzling, faltering, sighing, reaching, growing.