Nameless.

I am nobody. To you, that is.

I am alone. After all, I am only the girl who sits behind you. I doubt you even know my name. Perhaps you don't even look behind you to know that I exist.

I am trapped in my own little bubble, watching the people around me laughing and talking. I wait. I have the only private bubble, but I don't see that as a good thing.

I am alone.

I am the girl who sits behind you.

Remember me in black-and-white if you must, but don't forget me. Because perhaps one day you will be the girl who sits behind me, alone.

Things change.