Little A Euphoria, As A Treat

They could feel it. Feel the pit in their stomach, feel the eyes of a million unseen watchers, looking to see if they'd flinch and give away the game. Feel the pressure of an impossible exam to enter a life that others received scholarships into by birthright. Feel the sting of a thousand hooks buried in their skin, ready to tear cloth and flesh asunder at a moment's notice and leave a broken, bloody mess on the floor, for someone to observe and tell them that they weren't welcome, that they were a little stick figure playing pretend, that they needed to go home and be exactly what society demanded of them.--Or: Cairngorm Goes On A Very Special Shopping Trip