Not sure where this is going yet. I was just bored and had writers block for Don't Forget. So, um, let's get started shall we? Hope you guys don't find it a complete waste of time.
It's Always the Quiet Ones.
Sometimes, I just watch. I just sit there in class, and I watch her. Her mannerisms. Her facial expressions. The way she studied the teachers and what they said, but never wrote anything down. Never said anything either. Never smiled. Never looked around the room, or at the door when someone walked in; like every other student does. She never sat anywhere else, but in the corner. No one sat by her, too afraid of what she would or wouldn't say.
She's in each and every one of my six classes. Two years in a row. Though she doesn't talk, act out, or do anything different than the day before, she's the one I want to get to know. Out of the three-thousand peers, I want to be acquainted with her. Today's that day. Yesterday, one of our teachers, Mr. Gregson, said we were changing seats. Students choice this semester. Everyone will move around the room to be with their friends, she'll stay where she is, unnoticed. Or so she'll think. Whilst the other sophomores are playing musical chairs trying to find the right seat, I'll swoop in next to her.
Mr. Gregson says the words we've been waiting for, and students rush to and fro. I sit there for a second, scoping out her general area, until someone ever-so-rudely asked me to move. So I get up and step aside, still looking at her. She has her head on her desk and I slowly pace to the back of the room. Sitting in the desk beside hers, she doesn't look up. I didn't expect her to.
As Mr. G begins his lesson for the period, she lifts her head from the desk, thinking no one would be anywhere near her. For the first time in two years, she looks at me. Complete head turn and everything. Her brown, naturally wavy, hair looks perfect even though she's been lying on it for fifteen minutes. We make eye contact, and hers show a genuine confusion.
"Hi. I'm Mikayla." I stick my hand out for her to shake, but all she does is flicker her eyes back and forth from my eyes to my hand. I ease my hand back to my lap. She turns her attention back to the white board. She may have ignored me now, but I've got five periods and a lunch hour to try again. I'm going to figure this girl out. Even if it takes me all semester to do it.
No luck talking in the last four periods. I'm going to approach her again right now. I've got my lunch, and I've got some conversation starters in my head. I see her sitting under a tree listening to her iPod. Just as I grew closer to her, she glanced up. "You mind if I sit here with you?" She looks back down and pulls out a notebook. I'll take that as a yes. She begins writing profusely while I take a seat on the grass, directly across from her. "Whatcha writin'?"
She ignores me and keeps her pen occupied. I tap her shoe twice to get her attention. She peered up at me, staying silent. I motion for her to take out her headphones and she does so. "What are you writing?"
"Stuff."
My eyebrow arches in confusion, "Like poetry? Songs? Stories? Notes?"
"Songs."
"Can I read it?" It's definitely a long shot, but it's worth it.
Phlegmatically, she replies, "No." She continues to write as I ask her my questions.
"I didn't catch your name...?"
"I didn't give it to you." She's a tough cookie. A tough, quiet, mysterious cookie.
"Can I have it? I know we've had the same schedules for two years now, and we've went to school together for even longer, but I still don't—"
"Mitchie."
"What?"
"My name. It's Mitchie."
"Mitchie... That's different. I like it." I compliment, smiling gently, too afraid to widen it as it might scare her into silence. Too late. She's quiet again. The bell rings and Mitchie gets up and leaves to our next class. "Mitchie..." I say to no one in particular, just the wind. In one lunch break, I've found out her name. I can only imagine how much longer it will take for me to get to know and befriend her.
So, yeah. That's it for right now. I have some ideas for this that might work, so it's up to your guys' reviews to keep me fueled! haha
