The girl sitting in the hall, knees tucked to her chest, she has more going on than you can see. Looking at her ipod contently, headphones in, she seems to perhaps be studying. Her eyebrows are wrinkled. But she is not studying. She hopes someone will notice she doesn’t want to be alone but doesn’t want to talk. She just wants to put her feelings in a box and seal it up. The box is too full though. Bursting. Tears fill her eyes and people continue to pass by, clueless. It is interesting how blind people are to what is right in front of them. Her vision blurs and so does her hope.