The first thing you notice about her is that she’s beautiful. Long blonde hair, pretty green eyes, straight white teeth. She looks as if she was cut straight out of a fashion magazine. Trendy clothes, perfectly accessorized, thin frame. You wonder what she’ll say when she opens her mouth. But then she never does. And although shyness can be intriguing, in this case it’s more offsetting. Almost makes you uncomfortable. Like there are rays of judgment coming out of her eyes and there’s nothing you can do to stop them.
Yet she’s polite enough. In a general kind of way. Sits and minds her own business, utters small remarks when she has to. She doesn’t necessarily do anything wrong, maybe doesn’t even realize the nonverbal cues. But she walks through her day not trying to make friends, not trying to make herself happier. The comfort zone she calls home isn’t filled with social outings and advancements, but rather alone time at the desk in her room. And I think the thing that bothers me the most is that people take the time to try and get to know her, and she doesn’t put any effort into getting to know them back.
She walks like she’s scared. Like she can’t escape whatever is surrounding her. I’ve lost all hope she’ll break out of her shell and show the world she’s more than a pretty face. She’s too stuck. She’s one of those people that’s going to look back ten years from now and wonder how it all passed them by. And the answer to that question? You were too busy trying not to become like everybody else that you couldn’t even become yourself.
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