Do you know who I am, Aelita? I don't think you do; though I sit near you in a few classes you don't acknowledge me or seem to notice me.
But I notice you.
I noticed when you first walked into our History class a few weeks ago. Well, then again I think everyone did. I mean with your bright pink hair you sort of stand out in a crowd. In a good way.
I noticed the nervous edge in your voice when the teacher asked you to introduce yourself. Your hands here shaking against your legs and you were biting your lip. I know the feeling- I'm not a big fan of public speaking either, which is why I'm only saying all of this in my head.
I noticed when Odd was teaching you how to skateboard in the parking lot. That fall looked really painful and I wasn't surprised when the cast on your wrist the next day was pink. I wish I had a chance to sign it. Or the nerve to ask.
I noticed when you were called down to Mr. Delmas' office last week and came back with tears in your eyes. You didn't look sad, though. You looked scared. I saw Ulrich and Odd talked to you and you looked alright after awhile. I'm glad you have such good friends to look after you.
I noticed when you skipped English on Wednesday, and I know you weren't sick. This may sound a bit weird but I watched you walk into the woods alone that day. In my defense I was looking outside because I was bored with class and I just happened to see you. I'm not a stalker, I swear. But anyways, what were you doing in the woods? I heard that there's a creepy old house somewhere back there that no one dares enter. I hope that isn't where you go; that place could cave at any moment.
I noticed when you were walking across campus yesterday. There wasn't anyone else around and you were singing to yourself. I didn't recognize the song, but your voice is breathtaking.
I also notice the way you look at Jeremie Belpois, and the way he looks at you. There's obviously something there and I don't want to interfere.
So I notice.
But never act.
