Greg slams the door in my face and I look at the plastic cup of tea in my hand and the paper bag in the other.
He can be a prickly little bitch but he's still kind and caring at least.
I have breakfast on my way to school. Pedestrians look at me and one guy on the subway summons up the courage to approach me and ask if he could know my name.
That melted my heart to be sincere, especially when he called me pretty but I figured he was just baiting me. I said my name was Joan.
I like being anonymous, and until I can figure out what the cause of the general public not recognizing me might be, I'll keep on with this, not letting myself be too well known that I am at risk.
I can imagine that Ayden is declining all the offers for an interview. I doubt any of my classmates want me to get even more clout than they suspect I already get. Some of them think i'm being worshiped on the streets now, adored and praised by the common people, but they don't know i'm barely even being recognized.
