she had always sat at the back of the library in detention. she always goes to detention, every saturday, simply just because she was bored and had nothing better to do. she never said too much, besides the occasional squeaks and weird sounds. she smiled a lot, and did weird things. but besides that her face was emotionless, yet sorrowful.

she stared at you as you walked into the library. she hadn't seen you before. she quickly put her head back down and carried on biting her nails.