This Is Me

Our first day of junior year, she came to school dressed in a torn up jacket, stained shirt, and ripped jeans that barely reached her ankles. Her auburn hair was piled messily on top of her head, her light blue eyes hidden behind think glasses. Something told me she didn't really need glasses. Her name was Harper Cate. And she was a nobody. She had nothing. She walked the halls, alone. She disappeared into the walls, the floor swallowed her up, she was frozen in time. Her name was Harper Cate, and she had a secret. And I'm the only one who's knows it.