Of course, Maria wasn't aware of the cowering girl behind her. The albino only yawned in boredom as she waited for the beginning of class to start, leaning her hooded head, which managed to shade her face enough to only show her nose and below, against her pale hand. No movement was made but her red hues making a curious glance at her side at her side toward the female Canadian, whom quickly got into the seat as if her life was in danger, figuring she was the one named "Madeline Williams". She looked terribly nervous, fishing in her book bag for nothing like a flustered idiot on their first date. The albino was going to open her mouth to say something but shut it immediately as soon as the teacher began talking, unable to hide the excited smile on her lips.

Later on during the class, when they were instructed to take out a pen or pencil, Maria hurriedly brought her book-bag to her desk, fumbling through her unorganized pile of things in her it for her pen in a rush, unaware that her Diary - Volume 5864 - had fallen to the ground with a plop during her inaudible grumbles while rummaging.

Madeline knew nothing. Nothing of conversations or raised hands or the concept of talking to someone in general without having a project assigned. She was just a very unsociable person. And she could live that way... with problems and dilemmas and isolation, but it was living. She was breathing. She didn't have to be lively, she just had to be alive.

These thoughts always barged in and she felt they were a large depressing weight on her whole body... She didn't enjoy them, she just had them.

But back to the social topic... she failed in that area very much. She knew it for a fact when noticing the diary laid out on the carpeted, classroom floor...

And she didn't have a clue of what to do.

She raised her head from her bag to stare at blank walls and insignificant objects when she noticed it there. It just lay there unmoving; taunting. Curiosity and fear pricked at her and she looked about for someone to notice this as well. But no one did. And even if they did, they weren't about to pick it up and waste their precious time. Madeline wanted to, but she didn't know who it belonged to. Would it be rude?

She grit her teeth as people scuttled in to the class and started to trample on it. She didn't care anymore. She silently crouched down and leaned far over from her seat and retrieved it carefully. She held it with a tenderness yet gripped it slightly with anxiety. She turned her head her and there and held it up with a feeble attempt at finding its owner, but these were only small actions and she decided to leave it at her desk, over the name of Maria Beilschmidt, unaware its owner sat nearby...

Thank you for reading ^^

TBC

-Maddie