Sowwy for the delay, I had a vErY bUsY wEeKeNd better late than never ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ I risk a sideway glance at the girl next to me. Her face is bent down, intent on the paper, she appears to be doing fine, or at least that's how she acts. She has always been the only one in her family with a skinny and slightly tan look, and the only one without blue eyes. I dimly wonder why her light caramel brown hair is always pulled back in a ponytail. Wearing straight jeans, white sneakers and a simple graphic tee, she looks like any other girl. But the second she feels me staring and meets my gaze I look away, embarrassed. I've known her for years, but still don't know how her hazel eyes will react. Will she give me that glare that sends me away, or will she give me a rush of excited chatter? The few times my gaze is held by those eyes it feels like she is desperate to tell a secret she isn't allowed to share. I must have stared too long because I hear the scrape of her chair scooting farther away. Ugh. I should have remembered; one day she's all bright-eyed and practically vibrating with enthusiasm for her friends, the next she's carving out a quiet space for herself. I guess yesterday's babble used up all her social energy. She finishes her paper fairly quickly and turns it in. As she sits back on her chair with the speed of lighting, she has produced a paperback book. Sometimes I think she gets along better with papers than flesh. Even though she has plenty friends- I always felt she'd rather live in those paperback books than in her complicated friend group. As I walk out of the room I feel her hazel eyes follow me and wonder what is troubling her mind.
