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 “jocks” 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&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.

“I can’t find anywhere to sit, is this seat taken?”

I decided not to point out that she had just found a seat, and nodded.

“Sweet!” She smiled sweetly and sat down. “I’m Audrey by the way, what’s your name?”

“Sydney. My name’s Sydney”