Chapter 44

• Only when Alex had left her room and she was alone did Roselle allow her tears to fall. Who had told him that she had no friends? Was she that terrible or was she that transparent? Did he know how people blamed her for her parents' death? She had tried to make friends, but nobody ever liked her. People always referred to her as a pack of crayons. She tried to be nice to them, but nobody wanted to be her friend.
• It was only when she felt the wetness on her cheeks did she realize she was crying. She tried wiping her tears away but they kept flowing. One after the other, they fell, soaking her cheeks.
• People thought she was obsessed with bears because she had no friends. They didn't know her, yet they felt they had the right to judge her. Her collection of stuffed bears was precious for a reason; a reason people failed to understand because they thought she was eccentric. The reason she talked to those bears was because she felt like she was talking to the one person she loved most in the world. But nobody knew that, and just like Alex, they thought she was a nutcase with an obsession with teddy bears.