Help... anyone?...anyone.

Everyone always told her she looked 12. She did not really mind that much. She knew she was not. She did not think like a 12 year old or act like a 12 year old. but she did look like one. Now she cared. She looked 10. There was nothing she could do about it. And it made her sad. What was she supposed to do? just go along, pretending that everything was ok? Well everything was not ok. She wanted to be noticed. She did not want to be glanced over and then forgotten. Why would no one notice her?

She sat at her computer in the airport. People ignored her. Even the old lady who talked to her ignored her. No one wanted to talk to a 10 year old. What could she possibly have to say that was interesting?

Their eyes slid over her seat. Not bothering to look at the roll, noticing that she was on there. They just ignored her. Not even bothering to check.

She walked with her head down, her arms folded across her chest. Trying to not look as sad as she felt. Each and every person's eyes moved right past her. None of them noticing the little girl who looked so out of place.

She dropped a book on her toe. That did it. The tears cascaded down her face as she reached to pick it up. No one was there to help. No one. Everyone was passing. She was just a little girl who did not belong there. Why would they help her?

He picked the book up. But the girl did not notice. She was on the ground with her face in her hands, crying. She touched her arm and she looked up, startled.

He grabbed a hold of her arm helping her up and handing her her book.

Now that he really looked at her she was not as little as he thought. Her face looked like a child, and her braces made her look even younger. But her eyes. her eyes were far older than that of a child. Even than those of an adult. She seemed to be very wise, just trapped behind her face, that no one could seem to look past.