Brown Eyes

"But that's okay," she suddenly said and turned to look down at me. I blinked up at her. She grinned a little. "It's okay that you're bad at sports." 

I nodded a little. "I guess - " 

"Or if you're not that brilliant." 

My neutral expression slipped into a glare. "I think I get it -" 

"Or if you're a little clumsy." 

"OK!" I sat up. "It's not my fault my hand-eye coordination skills are nonexistent." Grumbling, I threw my hair over my shoulder before laying back down. So what if I couldn't catch a ball? Did I need that in my future career? Was I planning on becoming a basketball player? 

I didn't think so. 

"You know why?" Lina suddenly said, her eyes trained on the sky. I glanced back at her. She was being scarily serious. Lina was usually calm yet teasing. She was observant, like Dad, but sociable, like Mom. 

"Why?" I asked slowly. I had a feeling she was in her own world where no one can reach her. She tended to drift when she was deep in thought; it was where she got all her thinking done, I've noticed. Sometimes she would just sit outside, thinking to herself. When Lina had a problem, all she had to do was solve it quietly with her own mind. 

She doesn't blow up like I do. 

"You're strong." She suddenly smiled at me, her eyes shining with confidence. "You are, even if you don't believe so. You don't need natural athletic abilities, or to be born intelligent. I know if you want to prove the world wrong then you'll do it. You're just like that, Cassidy."

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