August 1.

He was writing furiously in his notebook. Oblivious of the world around him. Oblivious of me...

August 2.

I thought today would be the same... I thought I would have an hour of observing him, but no.
Today was different. He looked up from his notebook. Eyes gazing into mine. I quickly looked away, I didn't dare to look at him the rest of class.

August 3.

He was back to writing in that notebook just like... Me. What if... just what if he was writing about me. Nahhh he wouldn't be writing about me. He doesn't know I exist. I watched from across the room as his hand raced across the paper. His teeth where pulling at his bottom lip. His eyes moving back and forth rapidly as he wrote. He was magical. I looked away when he stretched knowing his eyes had caught mine staring at him moments ago. A blush crept up my neck as I continued to pretend to be busy.

August 4.

Again like yesterday and the day before that I sat at the table across from him and I stared. Just like always I got lost in how amazing he looked, only this time I didn't see that his eyes had shifted from the paper. I didn't see that his eyes had shifted to me. His dark blue eyes were now watching me. They where blank as they took in my cheeks that where now an awful tomato color. I removed my eyes from him and placed them back onto my paper. I stared at my hands that had gone back to writing. I glanced up every couple minutes to see if he had resumed writing just like I had. He still is staring at me. Unlike me he didn't look away...

August 5.

He didn't get his pen and paper out today. Instead he had a book with no cover on his hands. I watched his eyes watching as they glided over the pages. It was amazing how quickly his eyes ran across the words. As if there was a train following soon after him that would run him over if he didn't keep going. I wonder how he could read with such speed? Maybe he would take his time reading this. Reading what I had written, but then again why would he. He doesn't even know my name. I'm just the girl that stares at him when he isn't looking...
I'm just the girl always writing in her notebook. The girl that is never said a thing.

The girl that is unknown...