Dinah
She was standing with her feet in the sand. She was looking down. She went to Cornwall to find her favourite minerals. She was collecting them, but she couldn't find the best one - the one that would express her own personality.
Her life was bland. She couldn't make anything out of it. She never had any interest, she never had any interesting experiences. Sometimes she was even thinking that her life is so pointless, she could die and no one would notice. Well, that's normal if you're 15. It's worse if you're 44.