or when eyes linger.
the bowling alley was vastly boring in nature. after tears shed because of hatred and anger and hormones, our party of seven family members made our way to the arcade-esque area, only it was less enthralling than an arcade.
i meandered about, hoping to find a sibling or a parent so i wasn't just sitting around all alone.
as i passed a crane machine, i saw a head turn toward me. the guy was unfamiliar, and i didn't pay much mind to him, but a voice echoed through my mind, praying there wouldn't be that second glance.
just before he was out of my peripheral eyeshot, i saw the swivel of his neck, to look again.
and it happened again, later on. i felt his eyes follow me, felt them stare, felt them linger.
if only someone wasn't like that.
if only, if only.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
