Seeking: One Girl

I’m a student at the school in town, and I’m looking for this girl.
It’s really not as creepy as it sounds, I swear. I need to find her-but hey, hear me out before you judge.

So, I’m walking by the Residence apartments the other day. I walk at night, and I swear I wasn’t trying to be wierd, but sometimes people leave their lights on, and sometimes I glance as I’m walking by. Usually I’ll see an empty room, or someone studying late.

Anyways, the other day I looked in a window, and there was this girl standing there.
Well, I guess, not really standing there. Dancing there was more like it, if you could call it that. She had the music really blaring, and was dancing away with her eyes closed, rocking out to a beat I couldn’t hear.

I stayed there for a minute, watching her dance in her pjamas, with her hair curled up around her face in knots. I think I should have knocked on her door. I wish I had said hello.

But I didn’t. And so now, I’m looking for this girl.

Do you know her?

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