She noticed a lot of little things about people. She noticed that he taps his pen against the desk super fast when he was forced to talk in front of class. She noticed that girl was always played with her hair when she got bored. She noticed he repeated himself a lot when talking to his crush. She noticed the calander was still flipped back to august even though it was already November. She noticed he always scribbled stars and airplanes in the corner of his paper everyday when he got bored in class. And she just sat there hoping that someone noticed the little things about her too. But would be brave enough to speak it. And maybe that's all she wanted. Was to be noticed not for the general things, but for the little things. Like how she never used bookmarks because she though dog earing the corners of books hurt them. Or that she always tapped her foot again the leg of her desk. Or that she was always humming a song. Just to be noticed for the little things. Like how she noticed everyone else. But maybe it was just her. And maybe no one thought as deeply as she did about the little things. But she still waited. Tapping her converse she wrote on in sharpie against the leg of the desk and humming away as she read a book and used her bookmark. Just waiting for someone to notice who she was. Besides that one girl in English class. And appreciate her for the little things too. Because no one deserves to be forgotten. And no one deserves to fade away. No one deserves to disappear. So open your eyes. And notice people for more than what meets the eye. Because people are incredible. If you just take the time to notice. And speak up about it
