Her

She rested her bony arm on an old blue window seal that was invented way before she was born. Her leather shoes rubbing forward and backwards as she sat in an old weary blue chair. Her fingers as smart as a calculator, she had finished a whole chapter of maths work. She was ahead of the class. She slid her iPhone out of her pleated elasticated navy skirt and plugged white earphones in her ears. There she sat quietly, staring out the window, day dreaming. Her right slim leg overlapping her left as her foot nodded to the beat of the music. A woman walked towards her lonely desk asking if she had finished her work. She politely said yes and plugged her earphones back in, the woman walked off pleased. The girl sat beside nobody. She wasn't lonely but accompanied by her own anonymous imagination. 

I dragged my chair and sat beside her. Not nervous but I had annoying tingles inside my stomach. I laid my head on the graffiti table facing my face towards her. Her jet black hair rested behind her right ear. A butterfly flew across the exterior of the window. Her hazel pupils stalking the oblivious butterfly. I swept a strand of hair off her face and placed it behind her ear with the rest of her silky hair. She looked at me. Her wide green, brown eyes pierced through mine but they told no story. 

The alerting bell alarmed the school, it was time for lunch. She stood up carrying her neatly piled books and walked out of the dimmed room with the other starving students. I continued laying my head on the table staring at the butterfly as it was staring back at me. The teacher allowed me to stay in this lonely dimmed room with a streak of sunlight shining from gaps between the tree's leaves. It was my last year here so I wanted to enjoy my time here. I moved my position to the girl's seat. It was still warm. Her scent luring all over me as if I was a fly to her web. 

"YO! Dude wake up, basketball practice now!" My best friend yelling at me from the doorway. 

"What what?" I said, confused.

"You've been sleeping there for the entire maths session. Lucky we had an Indian substitute teacher" He said. 

That's when I realized the girl that I saw was all a dream. I walked out the gray room puzzled, as I carried my old maths books. I was passing by the first four windows of the room when I saw something from the corners of my right eye. I glanced back at the room. There she was, sitting in the same position I had dreamt of, looking out the window..daydreaming. That's when I knew she was a ghost from the passed school years.