Alisa felt hurt by the woman's look. It was the same look that most people gave her. She was too thin, sickly looking, a freak. Enteinne would always tell her they were jealous, that she was his "Belle", that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon. But she knew it was not true, he was just trying to comfort her.
He allowed her to walk in front of him, towards his beloved motorcycle. She tried to smile, to seem like the words did not bother her one bit. As she was helping him load the groceries into the saddle bags of his bike, Alisa looked up and spoke.
"Ennie, what's wrong wit' mah? People don' stare at you... why do dey stare at mah?"
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