her name is blue

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her name was blue
no last name
no middle name
just blue.

Blue
She was quiet.
shy
mysterious
a loner
but quiet the extraordinary girl.
She has English with me.
She will always be the second one to come into class before me and sit one seat in front me. I will just glance at her and watch as she stares out the window so star struck by the morning sun rays that will peak into the room but also as she patiently waits for class to begin.
her hair will turn this bright blue and I don't know why but it will
just draw me in to stroke it but that will be rude/weird of me.

Blue
she is in study hall
across from me reading an Elle Hopkins book
(great choice)
She is so driven by the words spoken in each page.
I couldn't help but find a perk to affection the sight of her.
her hair beautifully flown on the table.
her brown eyes perfectly attached to the pages.
her hands firmly gripping the book .
I get up to grab another book
but to see in the corner of my eye she has gotten up
to rent a book out at the librarian desk
they exchange goodbyes and then she left.
I went back to my table to read a bit more
but saw classes was about to begin and lunch was ending
I headed towards the door but once  opened I was greeted by her

" if you want to be creeping on me at least know my name first before eyeing me down"

she left pacing away down the hall
but she has left me with nothing but
a racing heart and a smirk.

her name was blue.

-// blue pt 1Where stories live. Discover now