A/N every tenth chapter, I'll do something like this

Flora dipped her head as she moved herself through the crowd. There wasn't really a need to say 'excuse me' or ask people to move- they moved anyways, like she was a infection, ready to infect them.

She had no clue what they said about her, what rumours flew by. All she knew was people didn't like her much, but that didn't bother her. Being lonely was a silence that brought her happiness..

Even if she was never really noticed.