I R E N E
(OOC: Guys, I promise she won’t be depressed forever. This is a phase, trust me.)
Words graced her ears. Jumbles of letters stringed together in symmetric harmony. Yet, Irene was anything else but harmonious to be forced to speak aloud, realizing she was in the midst of the class. She groaned internally, preparing herself for she what she would have to do. Speak. Irene had never been that large of a talker, she was far more visual that audial. If you were to ask her for directions on the street, she would rather guide you to the location, opposed to telling you of where exactly it would be. It would be rather annoying for you. Pity, pity.
Her long and sharp, unpainted nails tapped against the white-tiled desk, anticipating. Waiting. She listened as the boy a few tables over seemed to be utterly surprised at the bland statement from “Derek”. She nearly chuckled at the teacher’s crude response. She observed the Biology room, counting the number of students in the space leading toward her seat. There were nine students before her. She found herself in attempt to find the words to say. Her mind was nearly full of them. A cascading waterfall of thoughts. Couldn’t she find something sensible to say in front of this small group of peers? She would introduce herself, but what was her interests? Could she speak freely about them?
Gardening had always been an outlet for her. A way to realease the stress in her life. You could consider her a total plant mom. And she wouldn’t deny it. She would agree, if you forced her to tell you. She enjoyed watering her succulents each morning before leaving the house to avoid her father. For she soon realized it occupied most of her time, besides studying for exams, tests, quizzes, and unintentionally intimidating others of her city and school.
Her heart pound quickly, unstoppingly as she began to panic from the inside out. She drew a short breath and crossed her arms against her chest to refuse to show this. But, for we all know, in the end, if you look closely...
Everyone has their insecurities.