You are left staring there.
Wondering why, on Earth, she would not want a friend.
You stand there for a moment or two. Turn on your heel...
You have been dreading this moment for four hours.
You are entering the one period you hate.
The dreaded lunch.
Some would call this the period of freedom, for you though it is an oppurtunity to read (you can do that any old time)
You stand at the door.
Books clutched in your arms, you make your way to the first empty table you see.
The table in the back, next to the windows.
Inbetween two tables that no one else is filling.
You sit here, open a book, and begin to eat.
The only book to clense you spirits at this moment: Harry Potter
You are reading it for the umpteenth time.
You pause in your actions of turning to your favorite chapter "The Journey from Platform 9 3/4".
You look up.
She is there.
Staring at you.
You can not help to smile.
You take out another piece of paper, and begin to write.
Hello, I did not catch you name.
She takes the piece of paper and begins to write.
Well that would make sense.
I never told it to you.
You take the piece of paper back.
What is it?
She smiles as you write. Reading upside down.
As soon as you are done, she swipes the paper back from you.
Well since you feel it so.
neccesarry for you to know.
My name is Orabelle.
You may call me Bella.