When I walked into that crowded entryway, I got some very weird looks and quite a few raised eyebrows.
As I struggled carrying the fake baby into the overpacked entryway, i got some scary stares that pierced my heart, making me feel akward.
My friends came over, and we all piled into the car.
My friends are all frantically jumping into the car, piling ontop of each other like little kids fighting for car space.
These people were giving me rude looks and forming judgments about me because they thought I was a teenage mom
These people are giving me piercing looks of hate with a mixture of dissapointments as I carry the plastic eyebrow raising doll. I recieve looks of judgement as if I just was committed of a horrible crime.
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