He walked right past, never seeing her. Oblivious to how she felt. She gazed after him, longing for him to notice her. But he didn't. And he wouldn't. After all, who would notice her? She was nobody. The dirt beneath the world's feet.
     She grabbed her books and bag, ready to go home. She was used to being ignored by now. No one cared enough to truly get to know her. It takes too much effort. Too much of their time. She walked down the stairs, tripping on the bottom step, her books spilling everywhere as she fell. And everyone just kept walking by. No one stopped to help her or ask if she was okay. She wasn't worth it.
     She gathered up her books, and wondered why she bothered caring. Why did she keep hoping someone would be different? That someone would care? She was nothing.