{"text":"For a moment, I tried to see myself through the eyes of the girl with the black hair, or even the boy in the cowboy hat, studying my features for a vibration under the skin. The effort was visible in my face, and I felt ashamed. No wonder the boy had seemed disgusted: He must have seen the longing in me. Seen how my face was blatant with need, like an orphan's empty dish. And that was the difference between me and the black-haired girl- her face answered all it's own questions.","author":"Emma Cline","tags":["adolescence","awkwardness","flirting","self-discovery","shyness","teen-girl"],"id":11463,"author_id":"Emma+Cline"}