Everyone has a secret.

Even that pretty, popular girl talking with her friends at the front of the classroom

Even your biology teacher that drones on in a monotone voice during their lectures

Even that one student that always get scolded for aiming spit balls at the back of their head

And even that loner boy who sits in the back corner of the classroom everyday, fiddling with his thumbs.

Even that jock in the second row back, who knuckle touches with the school’s best quarterback,

Even that geeky girl with the broken glasses, who fixes the rubber bands on her braces

Even the guy who never really grew up and plays with action figures at his desk

Even the skater boy sitting next to the door who you’ve grown a liking to, anxiously looking at the clock every five seconds

Even that one annoying, bratty kid in the front.

Or even you, the girl who never talks.