By Christine McLaughlin
Kate circled the hallways of her high school endlessly during lunchtime. Like a ghost, she slipped by tables crammed with preoccupied athletes and theater kids. Silently, Kate prayed for the bell to ring, hastening her return to her post at the back of the classroom.
With her flaxen hair, wide-set eyes, and kind demeanor, they might have accepted her. However, the painful shyness in her face and uneasy strain in her voice exposed her anxiety and prevented her from finding out. Instead, Kate found solace only in the long, quiet hallway as she crawled through yet another day surrounded, but alone.
Well written…