"can you do me a favour?"

she asked.

"don't look at me."

•••••

The people at my school are suffering artists/jerky jocks/haughty ballerinas/arrogant.

They roam the halls with vicious looks on their faces and their significant other hanging off of their spray-tanned arms.

I am an i n s i g n i f i c a n t.

They don't look at me, and when they do, they don't see me.

They see a black-cloaked ghost with ebony skin and dull eyes.

They see a girl that never speaks, even when spoken to.

They see a girl that used to smile,
but no
one can remember what that
looks like
because
she hasn't smiled for a

while.