There she is...I look out the windows and see her everywhere. The tedious eyeliner that makes it hard to notice her tears pouring out. I see the jacket pulled around her stomach and chest to keep people from seeing her stomach and whatever those are supposed to be for the average thirteen year old. She cropped her soft, long, brown hair to be able to let her hair loose...Like her emotions are about to be set. The sweep of bangs across her face keeps people from seeing the blemishes and acne. Her skinny jeans make her feel less than the brand and style of clothes she tries to wear. Her T-shirt is tight, giving her the feeling of someone or something hugging her and keeping her safe. That heart-shaped necklace was the last thing she ever got from her mom because the photos were lost forever. She's dependent on everyone else because she is so sheltered and has tated friendship and will never be able to let go. Her emotions soar up and down like a summer coaster. The people she loved and cared about left her in the dust. I pick up my binder, computer and books and I walk out of the door to the bus, looking through that window for the last time.