I ended up not writing anything
in the notebook after all.
instead of watching the boy,
(I was starting to scare
myself with my obsession.)
I half-hid the gel-inked pages
under the table and read
every single word the freshmen
Half of it wasn’t even interesting;
only the same mind-numbing gossip
continually floating around the school.
One name kept coming up
in the pages.
Lindsey, the girl who’s supposedly poor.
I thought I knew who she was.
Scraggly brown hair, chubby,
eyes like those of a nervous rat,
gnawing on tips of her hair, dirty fingernails.
I could watch