Everyone called her Nora because Eleanora was too serious a name for her. Nora was a serious name too, but nobody could think of a nickname. Her friends weren't very creative. They believed they were and she went along with it because they would be irritated if she said otherwise. They wanted to be special, not the herd of sheep they really were. She told them what they wanted to hear ; she was a people pleaser. That's what they called her, because she made everyone happy. She went along with it. How would is sound if she said that she hated sad people? They made her angry. She couldn't stand to see it, tears running for absolutely no reason. It made her sick. So she was a people pleaser. She stopped the worthless moping, the stupid tears, all of the fucking whining. She stopped it; She kept it from happening; and nobody found out. She was just Nice Nora. The sweet girl who was always happy. Nobody saw the devil in her eyes. So she walked down the street with a group of her friends and kept her mouth shut, only opening it to stop the rival demon every time it reared its head.
