Smile.
"It's painful to be around people; it's suffocating. That January evening, she sat quietly at her window and gazed at the cars drive by. She always had that thought in her mind. But she'd never show her pain. She'd always smile at everyone, regardless if she disliked them or did something that annoyed them. You're so strong, they would always tell her, You never get phased by anything. And that's exactly how she wanted life to be. She would always juggle so many tasks, but she would never complain about anything. Whenever people ran to her, complaining about all the things they have to do, they always fall short and stop themselves in their tracks. That small grin, her cold smile, never fails to remind them that she has so much more to deal with than they do, making them seem weak. She never showed her emotions, but she wasn't the snow princess; she did smile. But her smiles were deadly--no body knew what she was thinking when she responded with a simple smile when they realized she overheard them criticizing her best friend. It was late, that evening, as she departed. Be safe, everyone, see you tomorrow she said with a smile, walking into the dark street. The whole walk home, she assured herself that she didn't need people so rude as that. Don't be phased she told herself. She slapped her face, looked up into the starlit sky, and smiled weakly."