Their heads lean toward each other.
Their whispers reach my ears.
The two girls over there
fingering their notebooks,
staring.
If they would lift their tinted eyelashes
they would notice I'm staring back.
But they don't.
So I turn in my chair,
placing my shoulder out of their sight.
- from Shark Girl by Kelly Bingham, Page 158
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