" Am I good enough for Mr. Jude," Jessica said to herself, staring at him, filled with sadness and resentment while trying to understand why he had continuously been avoiding her. He comes to this place, and yet he pretends as though I'm invisible, as if I don't exist very painful reality I am forced to face.
Jessica watched Mr. Jude with her feelings on an edge-on state cauldron of feelings ready to boil over any second. She felt the rise of frustrations inside, a rejection so strong that promised to swallow her and spit her out as unpunched and unimportant.
She calculatedly threw onto the floor the spoon she was eating with, having strategically placed it near Mr. Jude in hopes that this might take the wind out of him from his careless behavior. The spoon clattered on the floor, a soft
