The Girl

September 13, 2012
The girl sits there in my English class, perched on the edge of her chair as like a bird of extreme rarity. She catches my eye and we hold gazes for a second before I cut off and look back down at my paper. “Dude you should talk to her.” my friend says; But I just keep writing. A bird that rare needs to be free even if that means I have to stay in my cage.

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