Violet sat in front of August
In every class
He would stare at her curly brown hair
Always swept into a pony tail
Curling at the sides
Of her face
He was mesmerized
She barely noticed him
He thought she didn't know his name
She didn't
But that didn't stop her from noticing
Noticing his stare needling
Into the nape of her neck
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Earphone and Textbook
Short StoryA bright shining girl in love with music and a shy sweet boy buried in books. Violet would always have her earphones He could hear the drumming of the beat He noticed the slight movement of her lips At each lyric He didn't know the songs before her...
