oct. 5
Nothing much happened this week. I heard the party last Friday was great. Apparently, the new girl is wild with liquor. Mark had a fun time discovering that.
I don't know why I'm intrigued with her. She's just . . . new. Intelligent. Pretty. Social. Nothing too interesting about her.
She listens to music on the bus whenever she has the seat to herself and no one is talking to her. Then she just stares out the window.
She looks peaceful when she just watches the window, like she has a break from everything, and just loses herself in the music. Her hair would constantly get in her eyes, but she wouldn't brush it back. I sometimes found myself wanting to move up a few seats, take a closer look at her face, and brush her hair back myself. Instead, I would shake my head slightly and run a hand through my own hair.
I see her smile, sometimes, when no one is around and she's just alone.
I wonder what she's thinking about.
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Song: August Alsina - Song Cry
Thanks, lovelies,
Nuela <3
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