The first time I saw her, I thought she was beautiful yet lonely. Divine like the morning sun yet alone like the moons' shadow.

Day by day, she sat at the parks bench where I could see her on my way to school. Then I wondered who she was and why she was always alone.

She swung her legs in slow motion as she watched the grass with a sad gaze. I thought then, Haa, I want to be close to her, I want to talk to her and know what was bothering her.

My prayer was answered the day she walked into my class as the teacher told us to settle down and announced her as a new student I was overjoyed.

She looked ethereal in her yellow sundress and blonde curly hair, which was left down as it cascaded down her waist.

She easily drew in attention from all of us, yet she didn't seem to want it afraid of our stares, timid even.I squinted at this and watched her find a seat next to Norman.

He was a little friendly yet sometimes over the edge. He was the best seat partner at the moment as he seemed to start a conversation with her yet was quickly shut down.

I looked away as a teacher came in and started to discuss last week's class. It was going to be a long day, and I knew it.