'you're a prison,'
she said.
she's trapped inside her mind, filled with things that are only you. you you you you.
but you didn't even realize it. you never looked up from your pointless books that you pretended to read.
she knew that you were trying to looked bored, but you never were. you were always interested in what dumb things everyone had to say.
except her.
'you're like a wheel.'
'you go round and round and round, you never stop.'
she always tried to say something to you, but you never noticed.
you only noticed those pretty girls, those rich girls, those girls who wore makeup, those girls who always sat together, those girls who made the cheer team.
those girls wouldn't even let her tryout.
she wondered,
'what would it be like to be one of those girls?'
YOU ARE READING
i wanted to say hi, but you're over there and I'm stuck over here.
Short Story"even in a room full of art, I'd still look at you." -- lowercase intended.
