_The day she gave up, you could see it in her face._ _Her face was like a book, you could find out so much about her, if only you cared to look. And her face looked different, defeated. But also a little relieved. Like her struggle was over. Because her turn was over, and she was done playing._ I took a bite of my sandwhich and surveyed the scene before me. There was crowd gathering around someone. A new student, I had overheard from the table of &quot;jocks&quot; two tables down. The new girl was very petite. Short and skinny. Her hair was platinum blond, but with brown streaks. Her face was caked with make-up and she was dected out in A&amp;F. The new girl would fit right in with all the girls that ignored me. But then she did something crazy, and walked up to me. &quot;I can't find anywhere to sit, is this seat taken?&quot; I decided not to point out that she had just found a seat, and nodded. &quot;Sweet!&quot; She smiled sweetly and sat down. &quot;I'm Audrey by the way, what's your name?&quot; &quot;Sydney. My name's Sydney&quot; 2008-07-03T13:54:10Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/36152 <p>I really like the opening italicized paragraph and how it sets up the rest of the story. Well done. It piqued my interest for sure.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/36152?basename=75905 2008-07-03T13:54:10Z thebetweenspace http://ficlets.com/authors/thebetweenspace