She's so casual but I know she isn't
Her ankles are crossed
She's slouching
Her fingers tapping away on her screen
She looks up every now and then
She looks lost,
Like she doesn't know where we are,
Who we are,
How she got here,
Or why she's  even here in the first place
At first glance,
She's messy and quiet,
But no one knows otherwise
Could it be that she has,
Her own system of organization,
Or is she too rushed?
I ask myself this every day.
She doesn't  really talk to anyone,
Except a few words,
Not many
She doesn't even spare a glance in my direction
Does she even notice I'm watching her?
Does she care?
A bell rings.
She gathers her books,
With papers sticking out in every dirrection,
Walks out of the room,
Without a glance over her shoulder
  She sits so calmly but I know she's stressed
She looks so involved but I know she's daydreaming
She seems bored but I know there's a lot running through her head
And to think,
I didn't even know her name