She was there in the lightest and brightest corner of the library; a dark figure against a pale yellow hue. Cloaked by a long blonde fringe, and wrapped in an oversized lime green hooded cardigan, she unintentionally made herself appear more intimidating. Heck! I don't even know if it was unintentional, she was just smart like that.

She became my fascination, and I'd stare, my friends blabbering on around me about guys and stuff, and she'd turn her head away from the window and stare back. Only I was never, ever sure if she was. Her eyes could have been closed. Or she could've been blind, but then again, why would a blind person look out of a window? With her eyes covered by a strong wall of bright yellow, you could only assume. I could only ever assume that she was looking at me. Not above me, around me or below me. Somehow, I felt the burn of eyes stab through her fringe and lodge into my pupils.