The idea for this came from a prompt posted by the blog writeworld . tumblr . com (minus the spaces). I suggest you check them out if you're looking for tips on writing, or if you're low on brain juices and could use some prompts. Reviews are greatly appreciated, and constructive criticism is always welcome!

She was the girl who sat at the front of the class, the one whose hand was always the first in the air when the teacher asked a question.

I was the one who sat in the back, winking at the cheerleaders who looked my way and not giving a shit what the teacher was saying.

She was the girl in the baggy turtlenecks and the grandma-skirts and the crooked teeth, with her hair always up in a haphazard bun.

I was the one in the semi-baggy jeans and the high tops and the fitted, always with perfectly coiffed hair.

She was the girl who spent her Friday nights alone in her bedroom, reading and writing and sketching, always in her own world.

I was the one who spent my Friday nights out, drinking and laughing and having sex, always in the middle of the crowd.

She was the girl who spent lunch alone under the large oak tree in the middle of the field, food in one hand and book in the other.

I was the one who spent lunch on the court, going over plays and practicing shots, eating as I headed to my next class.

She was the girl I was expected to ignore, the one I was supposed to not care about.

I was the one she was expected to ignore, the one she was supposed to not care about.

And somehow, she was the girl that made none of that matter.