"That smile I hate it," he spat to the girl advancing to her, she walked back eventually she stopped already being against the counter. "My smile? I um, I'm sorry," she smiled again smaller this time but still strained. "It looks as if you're forcing your cheeks to go upwards. If you don't feel like smiling than don't!" He locked with her eyes. His voice was louder than ever before, the girl coward and instinctively said. "I'm sorry daddy!" She squeaked, looking down. Both the teens jumped by her slip, the boy stepped back, as she looked to him fear in her eyes. ----- I hope you fly as high as you can, and never have to taste the pain of the sun. I hope you never become like me.