9.4.19.
A laughing girl walks by with her friends.
Her hair is frizzy, her eyes dulled by glasses.
The crisp autumn air causes her to have water and snot running down her nose.
Her laugh squeaky like a canary's, escaping from her cracked and broken lips.
A jiggle of the thighs and stomach with each step.
No one notices the bag of glass in her backpack.
Everyone turns a blinds eye to the fact the lunchbox she's holding contains nothing but water.
Behind her thick glasses are deep bags cutting through her skin.
Still, all her friends do is laugh along with her.
