her name was arabella.
she had dark dark brown hair and blue eyes that you could drown in.
she always wore a sweater that covered her pale hands with a pair of the same gator skin boots.
no one ever really noticed arabella. it was as if she was invisible to everyone,
everyone but me.
i was walking down the hall today,
i saw arabella standing at her locker getting a tattered binder out.
she places the black vintage leather book she carries around everywhere with her on top of the binder.
in class i watch her as she sits next to a window,
the dark haired girl stares out the window as the rain pours down.
she snaps out of her gaze and takes a pen to a tattered page of her little black leather book.
i can't tell if she's writing or drawing.
whatever it is, i'd like to see what she is doing.
