She sat in the fields of her village, the harsh summer sun beating down as she hid her face in her knees, tears streamed down her cheeks. "M-Mom and Dad yelled at me again," she told her best fried Elliot who stood beside her.
"What'd they say?" he asked
"T-They said that Im a bad girl... T-That a good girl should know how to cook and sew, and that a good girl would never go against her parents, or get a B on a test...that I was no good....useless....." she said between sobs. She was expecting a pitiful look, or something to make her feel better. In truth...she did want SOMEONE to take pity on her....anybody.
"Same here," he said.
"What?" s