natural habitats

If the crowds were unwelcoming before, they’re just about hostile now. The cliques are so tightly knit there is no point trying to climb through one of the holes. She searches for an opening for just another moment before giving up her pathetic attempt to adapt and slipping into the auditorium girls’ bathroom.It’s empty, and she’s grateful. Her natural habitat — the only place in which she really belongs — is a room alone. She looks in the mirror, hands planted on either side of the sink. She’s scrutinizing herself, checking her features for the things that make her stand apart.Angular jaw. Large brow ridge. Defined chin. She traces the bridge of her nose with her finger. She wonders how much of this Apple takes note of when they speak.--Uncensored version of my fic for the Mirror Mirror zine!