Who am I, Who are they?

He takes a step down the hallway,
he hears giggles behind him.
He open my locker,
he hear whispers behind him.
He sit in my seat,
he stares straight ahead,
like no one's next to him.

She prances down the hallway,
she laughs at who's infront of her.
She opens her locker,
she has a crowd behind her.
She sits in her seat,
and couldn't care less,
about who's next to her.

I dance down the hallway,
who is that in front of me?
I open my locker,
is anyone behind me?
I sit in my seat,
why not say hello,
to the stranger next to me?





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