I was forgotten. These halls we walked, these halls we passed. No one saw me. People would talk about their everyday lives with their everyday friends. No one noticed me. No one noticed or payed attention to the girl the blended in with the background. The girl that was attached to the walls. They payed no attention. But that doesn't mean I didn't use it to my advantage. I was able to observe them. I was able to see how people acted with other people. A certain way they acted. There were so many things they couldn't see. They were to caught up with what they were doing. They never saw the "school slut" look at the "school nerd" with admiration. They never saw the boy pulling his sleeves down even longer to hide his cut arm. They don't ever look. But everyday, there are seven people. These seven people that named themselves Bangtan. They're annoying. They cause a ruckus here and there and they're never sorry. Their "leader" was tall. One of them was sleepy and they never cared. Another was a cheerful sun and that one hung out with the three youngest ones. There was another that loved dad jokes. The boys would laugh at them because they were so bad that it became funny. They never noticed me. They never noticed anyone. I wanted to keep it that way, but of course, the youngest one noticed and came into my life.