Cinnamon girl

2.

As she lay in bed he heard the first familiar rumbles of thunder from the kitchen. Her Dad's booming voice seemed to shake the walls. It was quickly echoed by the shrill tones of her mother that electrified the air. Pulling her head under the pillow he waited for the storm to abate. 

The morning fades in like a scene from bad theatre production. The cast stomp about, slam doors and project their voices as far as their lips, then sulk because no-one replied. It would be funny if this same play wasn't repeated every morning at 7 am. But it does, and sadly Brianna has a depressingly constant part to play, with no lines. All she does is nod, eat, pack her bag, grab a lunch and leave for school. No smiling required.

"morning Cinnamon!" Brianna's father beams from the kitchen table. That bitter taste filled her mouth and made her want to punch him right in his smug face-. She briefly nodded before grabbing her things and slamming the door behind her. Brianna stood in the hallway, collecting her thoughts before taking a deep breath and plastering a sickly sweet smile on her face.

 Her mother's voice rang through her ears, "no one wants to be friends with the sad girl Brianna, she becomes invisible".

So the sadness sits behind the mask and her heart prayed for a soul to notice.