She didn’t mind she was an outcast. She always seemed as if she was perfectly happy not talking to others despite being picked on a lot during the day. The girls in her class teased her about the prostitution rumor and always asked how many people she had slept with. 

The guys questioned who her father was seeing as how she always had her nose in the air towards them. Whenever they circled her, called her name and threatened to torture her, she didn’t panic. She would shrug her shoulders and give them a tired look. Her weary face screamed that all she wanted to do was lay down and fall asleep.