People stare at me with peculiar eyes. People stare at me like some lab rat or zoo animal. People whisper about me. I hear stray whispers of their conversation and I have heard enough to know 2 things:
1. I could never belong here - the snippets I hear sound like a foreign language in which I have no means to decipher.
2. People care enough to gossip about me, but not enough to learn my name. To them, I am known as the "might-be girl."
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The Problems With Empathy
Novela JuvenilAuden Fairchild can be described in one words: mystery. With her auburn hair and symmetrical face, she has the potential to be the most popular girl at Stratford High. So no one knows why she chooses to eat in the corner of the cafeteria alone or wh...
