Introduction to Claire in "The Claire"

Claire was nineteen and was to go to college next year. She was busy with her GPA and SATs like everybody else, because she was American. She went to Olstone High, an average institution of education located in an average suburb. She the average student had short, sleek black hair with cute little curls at the ends. She was of average height and had a bright yet a bit dark voice with a timbre of beauty, a round yet not too round face with balanced eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and eyebrows. She was slim, just to that extent that people would think “Well, okay.” when they saw her for the first time. She wasn’t exactly pretty, but certainly wasn’t ugly. That was a relief for Claire, for she wasn’t someone who sought a great deal of social attention. She did wear light makeup every day, but that was only due to the pressure her mother gave her. Claire definitely wasn’t that silly type of girl who spent more than an hour every morning ornamenting her face and body. She was a good girl. A good student.

Claire loved drawing. She loved it greatly, so that the walls of her room were covered almost completely with her old and new works. Thanks to that, the white wallpapers were already dirty with strokes of paint that had flowed down from incompletely dried works. A regular girl would have cared about this. A lot, in fact. Even a tiny pencil mark would have counted as a fatal threat. Claire, on the contrary, didn’t give a shit. She had more important matters than that to think about.

For instance, she spent most of the time thinking about her future. What could she do? She was sure she would not be able to make it into a good college. She would definitely go to some school, as she always had, but that wouldn’t be enough in the world of competition she was living in. She had no strong familial background, nor was prominent in anything. She was okay in everything, but was never enough in anything. She wasn’t smart enough, pretty enough, sociable enough, or eloquent enough. She was too average.

Claire was average, but wasn’t normal at all. The way she acted was enough to suggest that. Her not caring about the paint on her walls was just one example. Unlike most nineteen-year-old girls, she didn’t hang out with a bunch of other female humans. Actually, she preferred boys than girls. In her point of view, boys were more mature than girls in many ways. Well, they didn’t giggle for a start. On one hand, she thought girls were easier to approach but harder to become real friends with, for their personas were too thick. On the other hand, she just liked being with boys. Not in that unwholesome sense, though. She didn’t know why, but she felt more comfortable with male humans.

It's not complete, and may change drastically.
I don't think she's interesting enough yet, so I need your ideas!