The Daydreamer
She enjoyed the silence
Headphones playing the hallway's echoes of her own steps
Sight of nothing but her destination
One hand settled on the top zipper lining of her purse
The other hand burdened with a couple pounds of bound paper and ink of that she couldn't maintain any constant knowledge of its scripts
Whenever she did manage to tear her eyes away from inanimate objects of accomplishment towards her destination, she couldn't recognize any of the passer by's faces
She always kept her head in her book and her pen in her hand while in a classroom setting
Zoning in and out of any lesson at any given point she would doodle hearts and stars, random squiggles and lines
Until the instructor finally said it was time
To leave
She was always relieved
To slide into her mom's van's passenger seat
But she also thought it was neat
To people watch
Longing for small talk that she would never start
From strangers that she would never meet
Again
And again and again
She would refocus her eyes on her feet
Whenever anybody walked by
So discreet
She would peak
Out the corners of her eyes
She would seek
For a smile, she would lie
Just to be considered
Something more than human litter
Because that role didn't fit her
She was beautiful
She was smart
She was punny, but could sometimes be quite funny
And she loved the weather sunny
She was courageous
She didn't like the thought of gauges
She would scatter her poems through multiple pages
Of half assed notes
From classes; quotes
She liked were posted like
The staples in an old wooden phone line from people who only dreamed the same dreams as her
To be heard