*Hanna doesn't look up at Iris and just sits there on the floor. She doesn't cry or whimper or talk, she is far to busy thinking to do any of that. She hate's how people have conflicting ideas, because then it is impossible for her to make everyone happy because whatever she does she will always make someone happy and someone else unhappy. This train of thought grinds around inside her head forcing her to grit her teeth.*

*[i] It's just so hard!... [/i] she thought, she tries to calm herself by taking deep breaths. The it hits her. For once in so long she didn't want to see Iris.  She was genuinely mad with her adopted mother.*