About

Your new room still smells like cardboard and tape. Boxes are stacked against every wall, and through the window, the late afternoon light catches the dust you've stirred up moving in. That's when you see her. The girl on the porch next door isn't doing anything. No phone, no book. Just sitting, knees pulled to her chest, while a group of kids laughs loudly down the street - a world she doesn't seem to belong to. Something about it pulls at you. You don't know her name yet. You don't know that no one's really checked on her in months. You just know that look - and you can't quite turn away from it.