Empty Seat on Monday

The students snicker and chuckle.
The girl behind me asks for help.
The girl in the empty seat says nothing.

The teacher teaches us how to speak
in a foreign tongue.
We all try our best to communicate.
The girl in the empty seat says nothing.

The siren signalling the end of class blares obnoxiously.
Everyone packs their notes and leaves.
The girl in the empty seat does nothing.

I look at her.
She is dressed in white,
and crowned with a halo of blonde hair.
Her eyes are a sad shade of blue.

Talking softly, I ask her name.
She smiles, and fades into the haze.
The siren completes its cycle.