Front row, far corner.
My seat.
I sit there everyday.
Headphones in, hair covering my face and my head in a book.
I'm not gorgeous I'm not hot maybe I'm a little bit pretty but mostly I'm just there. A ghost at the edge of nowhere. At least that's what I thought. Because one day I found you in my seat. I didn't notice you notice me.
YOU ARE READING
Ideas for later
AcakI have so many story lines stuck in my head so let's put them on paper so I don't forget. Vote for the ones you want to read
