She normally didn't speak up. She was the quiet, reserved type. The type who'd sit at the bar with her friends, and just silently listen to the conversation around her.
It was Julie that got her frustrated, though. Not just frustrated, angry. Julie was talking about the camp she'd sent her son to, one of those camps that promotes a more 'traditional' lifestyle. They advertised it as being 'moral' and 'healthy'.
The young woman had no children of her own, she was far too young for that. She worried that she was wrong for telling somebody else to raise their kids when, at the tender age of eighteen, she was practically a child herself. But she'd had enough--
Daring to be noticed for the first time in her life, she pushed her chair back and stood up. "I think you're--" she started to speak, and people were actually /looking/ at her. Nobody ever looked at her. She sank back down in her chair and burried her head in her chest. "It's probably worth a try," she said, hating herself as the words came out.