Who is this girl??
I was walking in the hallway when I got tripped. I yelped and fell on my face.
The school laughed at me. Everyone except her.
“Are you okay, Harley?” She offered me her hand.
“How do you know my name??” I asked. I took her hand. It was so odd, her hand gave me a weird tingly feeling. Less tingly, more warm rush.
“We’ve known each other since the second grade,” she said. “Haven’t you noticed me?”
“People barely notice me,” I said. “It makes it hard to notice anybody else.”
“Maybe take a look around sometime,” she said. “Maybe you’ll be noticed if you notice others.”
She walked away as I stood there, lost in thought.
I spun around. “Hey, what’s your . . .”
She had disappeared down the hallway.
“. . . name . . .”
I walked to my locker and put away my books.
Maybe you’ll be noticed if you notice others.
I slammed my locker closed and leaned against the door. I needed to find that girl no matter what it took.
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