Snippet #2313450

The boy with the spiky blonde hair jumped and waved at her while giving her a weird, strained smile. Molly summoned up all of her acting ability and changed upon the instant. She had always been a good actress. Her shoulders straightened up instead of the shameful slouch that she had been doing, her eyes got wider, her smile widened into a manic grin, and her hands went casually into her pockets. She was about to introduce herself in a more lively manner, but then the girl with brown hair spoke up.
'Hi, Molly, I'm Cecil.' she said, and then quickly introduced the silent boy. 'This is James, but call him Jimmy.'
"Hi, Cecil, Jimmy." she said with a casual, conversational tone, so different from how she was before. She wasn't in one of her many mood swings: she was just acting. She hated doing it, but she felt it necessary sometimes. "Well," she said, looking around with a now sardonic smile. "I just love it here, don't you?" Anger flashed in her smiling eyes. Then she seemed to melt, her shoulders slumping again, her eyes falling back to the floor. Her smile vanished without a trace. "I'm sorry, you guys." she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. "Is it okay if I cry right now?" Her hair fell into her face, obscuring it from their vision, as if she were hiding behind it. Molly hated how she just cried randomly. She wasn't really that upset about anything, she just... had to cry. It was all part of being bipolar, she guessed. What would it be like to not have to cry all the time? To be normal? She didn't know, and she never would. She let the tears fall unchecked to the floor like little raindrops, wishing to God that she could just talk to these people like a normal person. She could hear her mother's voice: 'Why does it always have to be about you, Molly? Can't you just think about someone else for once? Stop crying. STOP CRYING NOW!' "I'm sorry." she whispered to herself. "But I can't."