vivid.

Creep

She nervously looks over at her.

She wondered if they would ever be close.

Her reputation was a shadow, it went over everything she'd ever done, and it didn't feel possible to become close with the person she had always held high.

She tried not to stare.

Maybe.

It curled it's wispy talons over her mind

Maybe.

A note.

A note in her locker.

Anonymous.

|

At home.

A pencil.

A desk.

A paper

and one aching heart.

she knew what she felt 

but how to express it into a letter

She started it with this:

" you don't know me "

" but you, "

"you have made"

"the biggest difference "

And continued from there. 

Once she was finished, she wondered how she would get it to her locker. 

|

At school.

A locker.

A note. 

An empty hallway,

and one indecisive heart.

She took a deep breath, drawing in enough foolish courage 

And pushed it through the ventholes of the locker. 

she heard it fall. 

she knew that was it.

no turning back.

|

At school.

A classroom.

" i got a note in my locker "

she paused. 

her face flushed

into a deep red color 

and eyes shaking, knew more than one

would read it

as if reading her mind

even 

anonymously.

She took a deep breath, drawing in enough foolish courage.

" Locker 201 "

they read.

|

The next day.

A note 

in her own locker.

She stared at it, 

hauntingly staring back at her

as if teasing the very thought of knowing what it held.

She quickly snatched it up and ran out of the hallway.

| 

At home

a desk

a note

and shaking hands.

She took a deep breath, drawing in enough foolish courage

and 

unfolded it.

reading it

realizing

that it is not from who the original note was sent to.

it was "a friend of hers"

She read it.

she was nervous. 

they said they were "intrigued"

"intrigued"

"Locker 304"

She wrote. 

she wrote only, 

" i am not who you think i am. "

and quickly folded it up.

|

Fwoosh.

Down it went into "a friend of hers" locker. 

She sighed and walked out of the hallway. 

4 days later.

"I 

do 

know

who

you 

are."

The note, 

tugs her away

tugs her downward. 

farther downward

but never reaching the bottom.

" Chase

doesn't

like

fags. "

Her hands fell to her sides. 

She tried to breath

she really tried

but 

nothing

would 

make her

b r e a t h

The next class

She knew who Locker 304 was. 

She was filled

filled with

rage

and hate

and a feeling

of absolute fire

But really

she knew what she said was just as true as always.

" no one likes fags. "

And nothing could bring her to meet her gaze. 

Meet the gaze 

of everyone.

they told

everyone.

And now, 

I'm a creep.