“Hey,” She says, sliding into her seat, like she always does, with that smile that makes your heart do that thing that reminds you of the engine in your cousins motorcycle.

“Hey,” You respond, like you always do, to her shoes and not her face. She has nice shoes. Her shoes are always nice. Not as nice as her eyes though. Her eyes are very nice. Too nice. You aren't allowed to look into her eyes any more.

"How was your day yesterday?" She asks, like she does. You think of all the tears, the smoke. The fake smiles and harsh words. All the tears. Feeling like you couldn't breathe. Restless sleep. All the tears.

"Eh. Same old, same old. And yours?" You say, like you always do.

"It was great! Oh, and you'll never believe who I saw a-"

"RING" shrieks the bell, like it always does.

"I'll tell ya later," she says, and turns towards the front of the room. You try to pay attention, you really do. Everytime! But it never works. You find yourself drawing a doodle that looks suspiciously like the girl sitting next to you. She always sees them, and says that they look beautiful.

And she always is. Beautiful, you mean.