Name: Giselle Pinelli
Likes: Sketching, dancing, being alone.
Dislikes: A lot of noise and people, not being able to control herself, secrets, and the other girls at the hospital.
Bio: I sat at my desk, pencil in my hand, my eyes closed. I twirled my necklace in my other hand, letting my fingers dance.
I like swirls, twirls, and graceful things. That's why I like drawing and dancing and cake icing. And fire. But, then again, I don't really like fire.
I despise it really.
It is just an interest of mine.
But it hurts so many people.
I remember that my father was a fireman, back when he wasn't dead. He had given my sister and I toy firetrucks and read us stories about firetrucks. And then he died. But it didn't change me. Or I don't think it did.
I don't like thinking about it.
They always tell me to clear my head when I start thinking about it, swirling and dancing, so i do.
And my eyes open.
I get out of my seat, get out of my thoughts and sprint out of my room and into the hall.
Addie Jacobs is standing there, too.
I say, "Hi Addie" so I seem normal.
I run downstairs so I do not have to see her face.
People are complicated and they are not graceful or perfect. People die and get hurt and have weaknesses. I am a runt. I should leave.
I walk to the cafeteria. I try and think about happy things.
I remember what day it is. I remember that my sister told me that today was my nephew's birthday a few years back. I just thought of his smiling face and walked along. I took a deep breath and open the cafeteria doors. I can calm down and drink coffee. I can stop thinking and tell my mind to shut up by drinking coffee so hot that it will burn my tongue.
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