“She looked down and her smile was gone. “I don’t like it when people look at me,” she whispered. “They rarely have good intentions. And if I look back at them and make eye contact, they think they can speak to me. And that’s usually when they say something I don’t want to hear.” She tucked a stray red curl behind her ear. “It’s why I shake sometimes. My body responds to the fear. And the negative energy. The hate. And it’s trying to stay strong for my insides that are about to fall apart.”
