That GirlI used to sit across the classroom from her, staring at her. She was perfect in almost every way - I could never find a fault with her actions. I took careful note of all her little movements; everything she did was hypnotizing to me... The way her hair hid her face when she looked down at her work, the way she chewed the end of her pen when she was concentrating hard, the way she cautiously said the answer, the fear of being wrong.That Girl
But she was always the pretty blonde girl at the other end of the class. The shy girl who was so perfect. The girl that was the only reason I lived. We laughed and joked together, so often that it see
