She sat in the lobby, headphones in, face blank, tears streaming.
What are you doing, you big baby? Stop crying. You're weak if you cry.
She stopped.
There you go.
Wiping her eyes, she watched the people hustle and bustle their way to and fro. The ones who entered the building often gave her curious looks, but thought better than to give her the time of day.
She was, in their eyes, just a child anyways.
The girl scoffed at this. Her misery didn't matter to anyone. Why should it?
That's what she had been trying to tell her mother only moments before.
But then again, she also had asked for help...
Shaking her head, the girl looked down at the device in her hands, and pulled the headphones out. She hadn't been listening to music anyways, it just kept her away from the noise. Made her look distracted. Made her look like a normal teenager who didn't have anything wrong in her life.
The clicking of heels against the smoothly paved, granite floor caught her attention.
An Asian woman, a nurse most likely, walked by with stacks of paper. She wore a determined look upon her face, and a happy, positive aura radiated off her. She and the girl made eye contact, and all that made up her first impression, vanished.
The girl smiled politely. The woman returned it after a moment of staring, and continued walking down the hall once more.
I didn't think she could see the mascara stains from all the way over there. I guess I was wrong.
The girl looked down and then through the open door as wind waltzed in and encircled her. She closed her eyes momentarily, drinking in the relaxed sensation, before she realized she was not alone anymore.
Her green eyes snapped open, and she turned sharply. A younger girl was sitting beside her.
"Sarah, what are you-"
"Mom told me to come get you."
Silence. The girl averted her eyes. The younger one gulped.
"You see me differently now, don't you?" The girl asked her sister softly.
"No...you're still the same."
She's lying, and you know it.
"Good," the girl said in response.
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The Many Shades of Maroon
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