Scrolling scrolling scrolling through her phone. The girl with the black hair and bangs looks out the tram window with her blue eyes. She does not look sad or melancholy, she is just looking. She wears black jeans, an army jacket and boots. The only thing breaking the pattern of darkness is her pale skin. A smile pops up on her face as she looks at her phone again. One might wonder who she is messaging, what she saw or why she said. She passes so many people in the street and they wont know why she is smiling and will never know. Its her little secret, hidden from everyone else on a small rectangular piece of plastic, holding small gems for each and every one of us.