That Girl | ✅

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The entire class snapped their judgmental gaze to the far side of the room.

Demeaning snickers floated through the thick air, the girl blushed looking down at her meticulous notes.

Shakily, the girl tucked a few bland brown strands behind her miniature ear and nervously shoved her black thick-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her tiny ski-sloped nose.

While the remainder of the class babbled about petty things, she scratched a blue couplet in the narrow margins of her overflowing notebook.

Ghastly shadows stitch themselves into her looming melancholy gown,

weighing her down like an unhappy clown.

The bell rang signaling the end of class.

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