"That is cute," he tucked her stray tresses behind her ear, and her shoulders raised up as a

response. She wished she had a shell like a turtle so she could retrieve herself in one. His

eyes fixed on her hair and then moved to her face, which had almost paled and turned

white. Tears were already prepared to run down her eyes. Her teeth were clattering, and

her lips were shivering. "But it angers me when you do it on purpose." This dialogue sent

chills through her. The tears accumulated in her ...