She was someone who sat at the back of the class. No one noticed her. No one noticed the way she was always looking the other way. How she was never there. How no one noticed.

I didn't notice either. She didn't notice as well. I'm sure no one did, but at the same time did. Everyone saw the girl in the back row who looked out the window with a longing to get out. To be out.

Back.

She isn't coming back.

No one wants her back. No one noticed she had left. They don't want what never was. What never will be.

Back.

She was never in the back.

She had never been, and never will be.