lark rose -- 11 -- wip

She'll come back.

No one really likes me.

You can see it in the eyes of the teachers at school, the way their gazes burn at the back of my neck and their voices are sterner when directed to me than when directed to anyone else. ( especially when they give out books for us to read and expect them to be returned in perfect condition back to them ) I think you can see it in Mom's eyes, too. Not the fierce, angry, and untrusting eyes; just a disappointed and pained look, and if I could change, I would. And, you can probably even see it in my eyes, mischievous and tricky. Of course, if you see my eyes just plain, they look like extremely shiny balls of mud. How attractive, I know.

I know she will. thoughts

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She's nothing like me. others talking

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That's why I know.