They attempt to stare Her down once again, but their eyes aren't as fierce as Hers.

They feel the anger resonate from Hers.

"She has never been afraid of prying eyes, remember?"

And even less so for their empty stares.

Their impudent grins quickly subside into an odd expression She can't quite explain.

The expression one makes when one smells something maloudorous?

But She knows that this small victory won't last...

She wishes that they would grow up, or at least change their tactics.

It always starts off with a human barricade accross the bathroom exit,

followed buy a mild shoving against the wall, a few hurtful remarks that don't effect Her at all,

a few slaps in Her face, and five letters of letdown...

But wait! Alas! Her time has come to shine.

She let's out a tiny whimper as quivers of agony begin to dance on Her lips.

A tiny teardrop sails accross Her rosy cheek.

And Her once impressive gaze falls to the floor...

A grammy award winning performance moves the barricade every time.

But why does She not seek protecrion? You may or may not have wondered.

Why not avoid the ghastly bathrooms entirely? :?

It is simple.

She is secretly a masochist who enjoys their attention.