"Hey, what are you doing here?" I looked at the person standing in front of me and sighed.
"What?" I asked. The guard points out the big clock in the cafeteria. I looked at it and it was an hour ago since the bell rang. I didn't notice the time. I was too distracted by everything I had just read. Heather... she is... She is depressed. Behind her lovely smile are the scars she’s been enduring since then. How can we not notice that? How can't I notice that? I was with her all the time and what she gave to everyone were kind words and a beautiful smile. She always smiles and laughs with people. No one noticed the pain behind that and how she was suffering. I guess I am right. Behind all of this, all I can say is Heather is a great pretender. Indeed she is. I read more of her stories and the
