We were in the 7th grade.
Who knew there was a war.
A war with the whole world.
She keeps her head bent over her desk so her hair flips in front of her face.
She has uncombed stringy hair that is black with orange ends.
She looks like a monarch butterfly.
She writes on the board for the rest of class.
She suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder.
I'm just an outsider looking in.
