Angeline instantly bursts into silent crying as she sits in the common room.She sees tamara motioning to her and takes the chance to forget what just happened."hi" she says shyly through sniffles.While waiting to be noticed she nervously ties up her hair in a high ponytail with a ribbon.she begins to pluck at her clothes that feel tight once more. she had acted like a child,just screaming and commanding like that.would she be scolded by them? would they make fun of her? Before she could stop herself the tears bagan to flow.<span style="color: #0000BF">ANGELINE! stop it. you're the tough one. be tough! stop vrying like a baby. man up! the real world is tougher!</span>she tryed so hard to listen to herself. she was tough,she had to stop this,but she was so scared.she knew someone would say something about the tears. she had never once cried in front of them,infact she can't remember the last time she'd cried.<br/><br/>she tries her hardest to hide her face. looking for some kind of comfort without asking for it.She had to regain some of her strength.<span style="color: #0000BF">Act like you always do! suck it up! you don't need love! you need to be strong. crying is for the weak! now put on a straifgt face and face the world!</span>. angeline looks up,her eyes bloodshot and still sniffling.but she is determined to be strong.