useless » haylor [book 3]

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entering the english class, i realize that sir albus isn't here. as in, he didn't come to teach. this made me sad, particulary because i loved english and i adored it with every beat of my heart.

i slump down on the plastic chair in the class and set my bag under the chair. i look around and see everyone gossiping, talking on their cellphones or just eavesdropping.

suddenly, a shiny thing caught my eye, a necklace. a paper airplane necklace. its rays shone on my face and i squint to see where these were coming from. a girl was tucked away in a corner, fiddling with her paper airplane necklace as sunshine shone through it. i'm not sure but i think i saw her cry. she wiped the dampness in her eyes and stared out the window.

everyone around her was talking, smiling and chattering away. but no one came to talk to her.

and she tucked herself away in a corner, quiet and foreign to the crowd around her and all that kept racing through my head is that the best kind of beauty is the kind that is mostly ignored.

i keep glancing at her while pretending to read Wuthering Heights. what has happened to her? does she ever smile? did something bad happen?

as i ponder over these questions in my head, the school bell rings, interrupting them and i walk to her.

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