Her gaze lifted from her desk as everyone around her walked away. She heard snippets of they were all going to lunch, she heard them calling to various people as they walked by and then the room was silent. She looked back to her desk, the book open before her and let out a soft, pain filled sigh.
Tears did not fall anymore.
She did not have them left.
Always invisible and left out....she was used to it.
A pad of paper sat next to her and impulsively she began to write.
I'm the girl who is never good enough.
Not for her friends, her family, boys, anyone.
I'm the bounce back.
I'm second choice.
"Second choice?" she said softly, scoffing and then scratched out the last line on the page and wrote.
I'm never chosen.
She threw the pen down, gathered her things and walked down the stairs slowly. Relishing the silent stairway, marveling at the marble beneath her feet and she wondered if anyone would notice she was gone.
Not just today.
But forever.
Ah, maybe for a moment they would but then she would be forgotten.
Like the day it snowed for five minutes in December.
Unremarkable. Nothing grand at all.
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