Forests and Forts

The Quiet Girl

But the lesson is unimportant. What is important is the people I met in said lesson. It's most likely a bad sign I put first encounters above starving African children but anyway. The people on my table seemed quite social. The boy to my right was about my height and very enthusiastic. The first girl to my left looked like a social butterfly in her natural habitat. And then there was the second girl to my left. She didn't speak up in conversation much and looked almost like she wanted to say something every so often and yet kept reconsidering at the last second. It made me feel better as someone else was in the same boat as me.

As time went on and I learned more useless facts about Kenya, I started acting more socially. My quiet personality was replaced by new found confidence. I even started making jokes, terrible ones but still jokes. I started learning the names of my new "friends" if you could call occasional joking in class friendship.
To my right was Charlie, the eccentric boy who enjoyed my jokes more than the girls. To my right first was Nishaa the girl who always seemed at home in conversation and finally was the Quiet Girl . The one that will both bless and curse me from now on.

Something about this Quiet Girl was unique for me. She started talking more in conversation as time went on and so I learned more about her just by listening. I liked this girl, she was like me, always listening to others and saying little. I saw her as a friend at a time where friends were hard to find.