The Wallflower and the Stripper

She made it her business to blend into the shadows. No one noticed the college girl in the loose grey sweat pants and oversized matching hoodie, dark curly hair usually topped with either a beanie or cap and dark thick rimmed glasses. She planned to keep it that way. She kept to herself, always sitting in left back corner of her classes never talking or making eye contact with anyone ever. Everyone
had assumed that she was a mute and never made the effort to engage her in any activity or conversations in and out of classes. She kept her facial expressions blank and closed. This was her preference. This was her armour, her safe place but this girl had secrets.