“It’s gonna rain soon,” one of the few classmates that spoke to Talia warned her.
“I know. I’m coming,” she mumbled absently, never moving from her snow angel position on the grass. Her eyes were wide but vacant. Why were the birds still here, flying around them? Or were they flying around her specifically? Talia wondered why she was even still there watching them and had spent her whole recess hour in ‘la-la land’ as the adults called it?
“You’re weird.” Some of the other kids spoke with finality and ran inside the school as drops of rain began to fall.
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