The girl in the corner smiled bright and was there if you needed her.
She drew on her hand when she was bored.
The girl in the corner looked out the window, as if she was looking for something amazing.
The girl in the corner delighted at the little things.
When she listened she listened intently, as if you were the only thing there.
She was determined.
Determined to do something amazing.
To help others.
To leave a mark on history.
But it seemed as if I was the only one who noticed.
The only one who saw her, with all her imperfections.
Most people stayed in the middle of this, wanting more than anything to be noticed.
But the girl in the corner didn't.
She didn't always draw the eye.
Because she wasn't the loudest.
Or the tallest.
And yet, she was still beautiful.