She's used to being alone. Used to being the kid no one wants to play with. Used to eating at a table all by herself.
After all, she's not very nice.
It's not really the other kids' fault. She is difficult to get along with. She's bossy and sometimes she kicks them or steals their things.
She's built up some pretty thick walls. She acts like it doesn't bother her. She acts like she doesn't care.
But she does.
She'll never show it though.
Instead she'll make it her choice to play alone. She'll make it her choice to eat alone. She'll make it her choice.
Even if they try to include her, she'll make the choice to say no.
Because it's better to be the one to say no first.
That's what she's always known.
It takes a long time to get the Lone Ranger out of her. A long time to lose the mask.
But it eventually happens.
Then one day you look around and she's using kind words and she's taking turns. Others ask her to play and she accepts and then plays nicely.
And you forget what the Lone Ranger looked like, because the mask is off and all you see is her.
The real her.
And she's beautiful.