Wine eyes peered curiously at the form sitting at the far end of the classroom. Head slumped slightly forward so her hair could hide her eyes. Her pen soundlessly arching and curving gracefully as she took notes. Her head tilts, raven black with purple tint tresses sweep against caramel cheeks to reveal startling violet eyes as they monotonously glide over the board the teacher was meticulously placing instructions on. Only to once again hide themselves as the girl looked at her desk to write the instructions for herself. Wine orbs swept over the class, a sea of white, and none of them seemed to notice the caramel girl sitting in the sidelines. Not even the teacher who had begun passing out sheets for their next assignment. He gave one to her of course, but unlike the other students, he didn't even glance at the petite figure. It wasn't in a snubbing fashion; no, it was more like he knew someone would gather the paper at that desk to use for the project, but he just didn't realize that someone was occupying it. A strange thought. But something the owner of the wine eyes has noticed been happening a lot around the mysterious girl. Everyone treating her as if she was there but not.

But he couldn't say anything; he had once acted in a similar fashion. He could vaguely recall moments in the past, where he had interacted with her: polite nods, sitting at the same desk, working together on an assignment. But the moment they parted ways all memory of her was erased from his mind and he never thought of her again till the next time their paths crossed.

He couldn't help but wonder how this was possible. He prided himself on his excellent memory and was in disbelief that he could forget the existence of such a mysterious girl so quickly. He's done private inquiries about her to his friends and brother. None of them knew of the girl he spoke of, in fact every single one of them said that such a girl didn't even attend their school for surely they would have noticed if another African American- and a female at that was a student. But still, there she was right before his eyes. She wasn't a figment of his imagination he knew that from observing her work on projects with other students who quickly forgot about her as well. On some occasions when he was chosen to work together with her their hands would brush together so he knew she was flesh and blood real.

He just couldn't understand why it seemed that he was the only one to truly acknowledge her existence. And the girl in question didn't seem the least bit surprised about the behavior of everyone around her. As if she either knew the cause for everyone's reactions around her or she was long since used to the behavior. No matter the case, the girl interested him. She was a puzzle that he found he couldn't solve. Not as he was now. But he swore to himself that he would solve her, one day.