Sandy walked home all she could think was why did someone care? That it must of been a joke. It always had been. To her friends she was just entertainment. A monkey at a circus, with tricks to do for the audiences pleasure. What was it to be wanted? What was it to feel wanted? Her eyes began to swell up.
No not again she thought to herself. In her mind circled envisions of what her friends would say to her. When she cries her mop of hair comes into use, she can cover her face. Her friends say she is a monster when she does it. The day she finally confronted them they said it wasn't her that they were making fun of. It shouldn't be anyone that they were making fun of.
What is it to smile? Is to gleam and glow and let the world know. Or do we just not know?
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Stars in the clouds
Teen FictionWhy do people look up in the sky at night but will never pay attention to the clouds in the sky? Because people only look at things that are pretty. Clouds are just mere puffs of nothingness. If I were to look in the sky I wouldn't just see the sky...
