' You can feel people staring, it's like the heat that rises from the pavement during summer, like a poker in the small of your back. You don't have to hear a whisper, either, to know that's about you.
I used to stand infront of the mirror in the bathroom to see what they were staring at. I wanted to know what made their heads turn, what it was about me that was so incredibly different. At first i couldn't tell. I mean, I was just Me.' ~ Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes.
Devil at Day, Imp by play, Dreamer by daze, Solitude by Fall.