The Playhouse Experiment

Lorene was a normal 14 year old girl. She was average height, with dirt brown eyes and hair, average everything, really. If there was one face you could stare at for an hour and never recognize it again, it was hers. She was almost nonexistant in a crowd. She had a quiet voice and rarely talked anyway, so she was eventually forgotten about at her huge urban high school. Friends she'd had since kindergarten began talking to her less and less, until they had completely forgotten her. Lorene liked it that way. She had never been very social anyway, and the gradually distancing between her and everyone else seemed to have begun the day she was born. Sometimes her teachers even forgot about her. She didn't mind. After all, it saved her the homework. Her mom had raised Lorene all on her own, but even she didn't seem to know Lorene at all. But, she had two jobs, a full time and a part time, so she didn't have much time for her daughter. Her clearest memory of her little girl was holding her for the first time, and expecting to see the most wonderful thing in the world, but her baby was just, okay, there really was no other way to put it. Lorene was fine with that. She had grown up with a busy mom, and had never asked for much attention, which left her plenty of time to do her favorite activity: people watching on the street.