Gretel should’ve stayed. I wouldn’t admit I was intimidated by her… she had incredibly irritating habits, and her dolls genuinely made me feel unsettled. Although my appearance and stature made me look childlike, I am nine, and this is a profound insecurity for me which Gretel and her friends love to weaponize. I dragged my feet across the floor as I inhaled the dust particles while approaching the entrance of Gretel’s room, which slowly opened. Absolute exhaustion.
“Those kids don’t look friendly,” Bruno informed Gretel.
How long could Gretel stand there bewildered? She marched toward Bruno, demanding a clarification, as he recoiled from the window. She walked towards the glass, realizing Bruno wasn’t deceiving her.
