Take a look at the faces of the three ornaments and consider this: The two in front are caddie, small minded girls who dislike the one in the back. She’s new, you see, and they don’t care for new people. They like their little clique and don’t want outsiders inside. Further, they like to have someone to hate, because it brings them together, that hatred. They talk about that girl in the back as if she’s a bad person, as if she’s stupid and homely. They make jokes at her expense and whenever she’s around they flat out ignore her. They make themselves feel big not by being kind and doing good deeds but by making others feel small.
Now look at the face of the girl in the back. She’s trying hard to fit in. She’s smiling but you can almost see the hurt and pain and loneliness behind that smile. She tells herself that she’s a good person and to think positive thoughts, but it’s hard when you have no friends and are disliked by the inner circle, the clique. She doesn’t want them to see her sad, thinking that if she always appears happy and smiling that one day they’ll come around. They won’t. That’s not their style.
Late at night when a full moon drags long indigo shadows across her bedroom floor and everything is dark and quiet, she lies awake under the covers and wonders why.