She walked through the hallway with a smile on her face. A pleading

She walked through the hallway with a smile on her face. A pleading smile, not a happy one. Not the kind you would stitch onto your face if the boy you were madly in love with confessed his love to you and asked you on a date. Not the kind of smile you would use if you aced a test you thought you'd fail. But it was the kind of masky smile that was trying to hide so many things. Disappointment. Anger. Misery. Shame. Hurt. All of those feelings staying bundled up inside her, tearing her insides apart, but still the smile stayed.


And with each step she took, she felt more and more weak.