SamBrawson

  Janna liked to keep her eyes to the ground; not exactly out of shyness or antisocial tendency, the latter being a favorite excuse of hers as to why, but out of concern as to what may happen if she ever were to look up. She hadn’t spent her entire life admiring her shoes or the pavement; rather, people’s chins and necks, her vision always just low enough to avoid making eye contact with anyone else while still seeming at least a little sociable – in her own way, at least. Honestly, she couldn’t understand how anyone managed to look another person in the eye, especially knowing what might happen if that person happen