We sit in a box and wait; we wait to see if anyone will open this box, and if they do, will they accept us? Or will we be tossed out and ignored? When it comes to society, we must fit in, and if we don't, we are not acknowledged; the world that Nora lived in was that box that never opened, that box that stayed closed, and when she thought that it would open, it doesn't. People walk by her and stare, pointing fingers and even laughing.

She doesn't need to hear to see that they all hate her. She was different, and in a world where you must fit in, being different is unacceptable, so as the tears fall from her beautiful tan face, she looks up to the sky and smiles as the saltiness of the tears touch her lips and the sadness weighs heavy on her heart, she will not let this bother her she will not let their ugliness snuff out her light.

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This is edited to the best of my abilities. Please don't leave negative comments; if you don't like my story, move along. If you have advice, you are always welcome to advise.