Bell Waiter
She shuffled in just as the bell rang,
Her hoodie slightly baggy,
Her hair sheltered her face,
She spoke no words,
Oblivious to the others around her,
Her eyes were distant,
Filled with pain,
She stares at the wall,
Waiting on the next bell to ring.
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