smiles

there once was this little boy who naively thought that all people were nice. nice like him. nice like everyone else he ever grew up knowing. he walked around with a smile on his face, happy just to be. then someone asked him why he stood like that. someone asked him why he carried his books like all the girls. someone asked him if he really was a girl in disguise.

from that day on the little boy's books dropped to his side. he walked with his head only looking at his feet. he stopped smiling at everyone and everything.