Shayne watched as Dalia scurried of into the distance not so much as a glance back in her direction. Shayne's arm was still extended with her smartphone in hand from her attempt to exchange contacts. That had obviously ended pretty badly. Some part of Shayne's self-esteem died inside. There were plenty of people that had turned thier backs away from her and ran before but for some reason none of those events hurt her has much as this one. Shayne thought Dalia understood her, liked her even if it was only a tiny bit. But no, Dalia was forced to grit her teeth and suffer throughout thier conversations. Dalia was waiting, waiting for that moment when she could finally flee and she did. Shayne didnt blame the poor girl for not wanting to be near some brute like her, she wouldn't blame anyone.
Shayne pocketed her phone and headed in search of a nearby toilet. There was quiet bustling from all around as people got out of thier homes to head to work or school. Shayne didn't even the barest bit of humiliation as people eyed her as she passed by; Stinking and dripping with vomit. She was in a dump and in this state she doubted she would of cared even if she paraded down the street only in her underwear.
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My Social Anxiety Is Annoying
RandomDalia struggles on through her life with a unfortunate mental illness known as "social anxiety" until one day she meets fellow classmate, Shayne, who guides her on her way to making friends again.
