The girl with no name

The girl with no name was bumped and pushed down the hallway by the throng of other children. She was like a fragile leaf, moved more by their motions than by motion of her own. There were moments when it was difficult to maintain her balance or keep hold of the stack of books in her arms.

A small trickle of children came down the hallway on the other side, going the other direction. There were other girls, much like her, but with pretty faces. Many of their faces wore smiles, a few sad ones emerged here-and-there, and some wore emotionless expressions.

There were boys, too, in the stream of faces. A few of them were laughing as they talked to each other in loud tones, some had tough-guy "don't mess with me" looks, and a few had emotionless expressions like some of the girls wore.

All of the children seemed to have names, except for the one girl that was being swept along. She wished she had a name, too. "One day," she hoped, "maybe I will have a name and then others can talk to me."

As she watched the other children flow past her, she could not help but notice that none turned to look her way. She felt so alone. Actually, the other children could not see her at all. Besides having no name, she had no face, either.

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