Remember the girl in the back of the classroom, the one that's never there anymore?
“I know her. I also know there’s something wrong.
I walk past her house every day back from school and yesterday I saw her through the window. Her hair was a mess and even through the window I could see that her eyes were red.
I was going to wave but she scolded at me and drew the curtains quicker then I could.
The empty beer bottles that usually waited by the door step were all smashed and littered across the unkept grass.
I continued on my way home without a second glance.”
Tristan
