Miss Masquerade

Maria's POV

Somehow, word got out that Miss Masquerade wasn't a popular girl. More like...a nobody. Like me. I suspect people didn't expect me to be her, but, I was. And nobody knew it. I was humming a little chorus of some song I made up.

You don't know me
You don't get me
you don't see me
me you don't belie-eve in me.

It was about that day when Harry saw me, but.. You know... Didn't SEE me. If that makes sense, I guess. It's been stuck in my head since that day... Which was about a week ago. I've been thinking Harry has lost hope, but the posters were still up.

Harry seemed tired, like he hasn't slept all week. All the girls had been around him, but he'd been too tired to even talk. I know, I sound like a stalker, but I notice things.

Notes

I know it's shorter, but I am going to update later..