Angeline POV
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I took a long hard look at my appearance, from my wild hair, oversize clothing, unfortunate height, to my red puffy eyes. I spent a good half hour just crying my eyes out in the girls restroom.
Why was I crying?
Because my painting for art just won first place and everyone congratulated me, they said the nicest things, and it was so foreign to hear anything positive coming to me from complete strangers.
But don’t misunderstand, these are not tears of happiness.
I hate this, I hate this so much.