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I remember seeing her strutting down the loud hallways of 𝘌𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 with her shoulder-length vigorous curls bouncing as she walks.
Her blemish-free skin glowing as the sun would hit her face. Everyone knew who she was. You would be crazy if you didn't yeah, she was quiet and only conversed with her close friends. But, like I said everyone knows of her.
She was so 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 to me, It was something about Zyaire. The way her contagious pearly white smile and perfect deep dimples could light up the darkroom, her vibe, or her nonchalant attitude, and the way she expresses herself through her clothing.
She's was very mysterious and chill which attracted me to her even more. She didn't travel in a pack or fit into an exact click like everyone else. She was the solo type where friends were nice to have but she didn't need them they were just an add on to make school less boring. But, she had friends her circle was just small.
She was careful with who she shared her time and love with people are trifling these days definitely the kids at Valley.
She wasn't like the other girls at Valley she wasn't in competition with them she wasn't a people pleaser she was unapologetically herself which was good but that took some time. I never understood when others feel like they have to compete or just simply be ahead of everyone else. I always told her to be yourself because everyone else is taken.
I remember the first time when she walked into my second period physics class. The unreadable expression her face held but she was nonetheless beautiful. I was studying her as she sat in the third row listening intently to Mrs.McGreen. As I'm daydreaming Mrs. McGreen announced that the daily lesson was written on the board that involves a quote.
As I hold my pencil in my hand staring at my blank paper. The topic of love always throws me completely off I mean I know what love is I know it exists but love is just a verb. who would've known me and her felt the same way about a simple four-letter word that in the end meant so much to each other.
I was studying her I've always been able to understand or just read someone either through body language or facial expressions I guess I just have that gift.
She was also so cheerful walking around with her head held high with a heart-warming smile. Who would've known everything that hid behind that beautiful smile that she painted on her face every day. She was just so perfect
