Agnes-Quinne
"Well? Are you getting it or not?"
"No. It's stupid. And, it's cheap."
Kae's mom sighed and placed the chocolate back on the shelf with a pout. "I'm lucky to have a daughter like you," her mother said. Kae rolled her eyes with a grin and shrugged. "Sometimes those bargains aren't worth having."
FOOD. hungryyyy.
Blank. That was what her mind was. Questions such as why are they staring at me, how can they be so happy, and am I an outcast spun around and around in her head, causing a head ache to blossom in her temples.
Do I stand out THAT much? No... No, I don't want to be the center of attention. I don't want to be the center piece in the beautiful works of art around me...
Eyes seemed to pierce through the back of her head as she timidly edged her way through the crowd of people in the halls.
Do I truly fit in?
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