The one with the long black braids
You see her?
She's invisible, gliding from class to class
Her head bowed so much that her wire rimmed glasses
almost fall of her slender nose
clutching her books to her chest, she
makes her way through the crowds
she bumps into a girl
the girl with the red hair
and says, "Hello,"
the girl with the long black braids just looks at her shyly for a moment, then
but red-hair has already turned away
the girl with the long black hair bows her head once more
no one sees the tear that falls
as she contemplates
for her loneliness
was she ugly?
She didn't think so…..
was she mean?
She was sure that wasn't it……
was she stuck-up? snotty? snobby?
How would they know, they never talked to her, except
"Out of the way, McGonagall,"
she made her way to the bathroom
she didn't care who saw her
she sat on the toilet seat and
cried for herself, for her non-existent friends…….
but mostly for the knowledge that nobody liked her…..
she heard the door open
she opened the door, just a sliver – to see who was there
and saw the red haired girl
red-hair saw her in the mirror, she turned, and said –
"Hello again. What's your name?"
the girl with the long black braids let herself out of the stall and said –
"Why are you talking to me?"
"Because I'd like to be your friend,"
The girl with the long black braids looked solemn and said –
"Of course – is that odd?"
Red-hair looked confused
"Actually – yes. No one wants to be my friend. I'm invisible."
"Would I lie?"
"No…..I'll be your friend if you want,"
"Thank you," whispered the black haired girl
"You're welcome," said red-hair, smiling-
"What's your name?"
"And I'm Molly,"
the girl with the black hair smiled –
and, offering her hand to Molly –
the girl with the black hair –
and the girl with the red hair –
walked out together –