Her name was Jeanine. She was a quiet young girl who never paid attention to the other kids. I was in fourth grade when I met her. It was the first day of class, the teacher assigned everyone to talk to one another. I sat next to Jeanine, her silky black hair covered most of her face as she sat and read a book. "The day I ran," was the books name. It was one of my favorite books, I decided to talk to her. "Hi." I said, waiting for a response. Jeanine, turned around to face me. Her green eyes gazed back at me. I, being a bit nervous, looked down at the floor. "I-I...That's my favorite book." Taking a peak, Jeanine sighed. I wasn't sure if she