Starting this day, she was no longer going to be quiet, a wallflower no more.

I wanted so badly to be seen, yet my pride prevented me from obviously asking to be seen. I did not want to be seen by demand, but rather by their choosing.

I had choosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.

Could a scar be like the rings of a tree, reopened with each emotional season?

That empty sick feeling came over me again. In a big school it was easy to fade into the background, but I didn’t know if that would be possible here. I tried not to think about it anymore.

Nothing so popular as GOODNESS.