"It's just sort of everything Aunt Aynsley," she said, sighing deeply.
"What do you mean sweetie?" Aynsley asked, brushing the hair out of her own face and smiling sweetly to the girl.
"Well first its school you know? I just go there and I feel like everyone sees right through me. I go into classes and it isn't like anyone is mean to me or teases me or anything. It's worse. I can't get anyone to talk to me or anything. I mean I know that most of it is my fault..."
"No. No it isn't your fault," Aynsley said, feeling her heart breaking.
"Yes it is Aunt Aynsley," Kendal said in an earnest and powerful voice, "I think that if I talked to people they wouldn't hate me. I might not be the most popular girl in school but I think I could make friends." Aynsley was confused.
"Then why not talk
