𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒.

𝟙𝟟𝟠. 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗞𝗶𝗱𝘀.

Quiet Kids.
It's always been the quiet ones that interest me.
Some weren't quiet at all but wanted someone to talk to.
Some were and just wanted to be left alone and only talked when necessary.
I was neither of those.
I had an on and off switch that had mind of it's own.
I was one of ones teachers assigned next to quiet kids to make them talk more.
Or I would do it by choice when it came to group projects.
By the next month or so they would chat up a storm and I would feel rewarded
but the teachers surely didn't.
~E, my magic with quiet kids.