Sunday, November 5, 2017

Everything Is Exactly As It Should Be

I could tell something was off the moment I saw her.

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She walked towards the car alone; her narrow shoulders slumped as if the weight of her fifth-grade-world sat upon them. Her head hung low and her hair shadowed her delicate face. She let her overstuffed backpack drop from her shoulder  as she opened the passenger side door. She sat down wordlessly, turned her face to the window, and sighed.