𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙨📍

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4.

I let out a small and particularly unnoticeable sigh as she blushed at my sudden compliment. "At least I'm being nice" I thought. I sort of laughed to myself as she said "Thanks, I like your drawing too. It's really nice."

I responded with an arguably over-asshole-ish "thanks." I was a bit shy of the whole 'being social' with other people other than my small 'emo' and very stereotyped group of halfass friends.

I peeked at her as she slouched back and supposedly taken a small break. I went back to zoning out, tuning into my drawing, allowing myself to grow tired as I became deeper and deeper in thought. The thought was broken when I heard a voice speak up.

"I'm Emma, what about you?"

I bent myself backwards a small bit, hearing the small cracks emitting from my spine as I responded. "Ava."
I gave her a nod of approval and greeting. It's not much, but it's the nicest thing I can offer to someone who's a complete stranger to me. Though I felt a certain instinct to talk to this girl. After all- she was staring at me majority of the time of the play. I configured it as odd, an abnormal behavior. I could go ahead and assume she was like the others. Probably (scratch that- most likely.) judging me for being so called "emo".

I speak but damn near whisper to myself as I talk.

"I fuckin hate this place."

I grudgingly mumbled to myself. I hated the place. It was absolute hell for me. Too loud and full of stares and rude comments. It was the most judgemental space someone could possibly be in.