s t e r e o t y p i c a l

i’m the quiet girl, but not

the one you read about in stories.

i’ll never be the one he sits next to one day at lunch;

i’ll never drop my books and blush as he helps me pick them up in the hallway;

i’ll never be the one to act confused so that he’ll have to tutor me in the dark nights.

i’m the quiet girl that no one pays attention to.

i’m the one that gossips with the teachers at lunch,

that listens to the crazy politics as i walk down the school halls,

that studies with friends in the evenings.

so no, i’m not the quiet and quirky and cute girl in the stories,

and he’ll never talk to me.

but that’s okay.

i never did need a boy to make me smile,

anyway.