OUCH!

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The girl left.

"Finally,"

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The bus soon emptied, leaving Blanche a moment to seize without her iPhone in hand and stare her soul out at the window as the bus slightly bounced around corners.

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Blanche held her key and opened the door to a stiff, neat, living room. She returned the key around her neck once done using it, then closing the door quietly behind her as if someone were home, but asleep.

Blanche took off her black jacket, that was almost no use in this cold weather due to it being thin and only for stylish purposes. To look good, basically.

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"Bless us, O Lord, and bless this meal, those who prepared it, and provide bread to those who don't have any. Amen." Blanche's mother chimed, her eyes closed and hands in a prayer position. Blanche's hands were where they were supposed to be in a supper prayer, but neither eyes were even half closed.

She stared at the food, taking in every detail until she felt like she was about to be noticed. Blanche quickly ducked her head to face the table, closed her eyes, and joined in the prayer.

Everyone started to talk and whisper softly, despite Blanche, who was completely silent, only paying attention to the food beyond her.

Oh, how Blanche hated the sound of a fork to a plate.

And a bit of a scroll on the plate with the fork teeth.

It drove her mad.

But she couldn't just say something.

Blanche only dipped her head to ponder about her found, not making a single sound from her mouth, opening it for one motive: eating.

"I'm done." Blanche said straight forward with hardly six minutes into the meal.

But that was enough time for her to finish. The clatter of forks, knives, and spoons across shiny plates pattered with food annoyed her nerves enough.

"Now," Blanche folded herself under her thick sheets,

"I can rest and be neither Good Girl or Bad Girl."