That desk in the front row,
Occupied with a shy smile and rings of silver hanging high.
A hint of confidence emerges from the dark parts of her mind,
As does a childlike gleam,
Sparking in her eyes.

Eyes guarded by glasses and black lashes.
Green eyes stare back, with the occasional tint of blue that escapes.
Her once long her, now chopped to just above her shoulders.
A beautiful girl, inside and out.
Yet, as that quiet, shy girl enters the room,
Her presence goes unnoticed by some.