She was sitting in the classroom, in the back, where no one could talk to her, or brother her, only that she was sitting in her chair reading a book, wearing red pants and a green shirt, just looking at the words that the They make her feel, herself. Everyone talks about the mysterious girl, with her blue book, who just sits around, does not listen to the teacher, does not talk to anyone, does not look into the eyes of the people she talks to. Sometimes I think about her, and what the hell is she reading or if she does that in her home, I think she's a lover, a lover of reading, someone who loves every word on paper, something so exciting that it leads her to ecstasy after reading, just a new type of orgasm, maybe, but, I would like to be a book, look her eyes and be his lover, for a long time.
