Forestbrown Stories

not once did i notice the girl in the back of my class. the one constantly engrossed in different book every week. the one with eyes so dark, masking so much sadness. tears stained her red cheeks and jackets so worn down, they had holes in them. not once did i notice her. until i saw her buying the same arctic monkeys record as me. not once did i realize Forest Brown was also there. in the back of my class. {lowercase intended}