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Through her eyes
Her skin was fair, which reminded me of the snow that never fell down here. I dreamed of snow that would fall
and drown out this heat. But it never did. Not since I was a little girl. What would it be like, to see her as a young girl, spinning around as it fell all around her, like a sea of white. The smile on her. I bet she would look like an angel.
Even now, she did. Her hair was thrown roughly into its popular clip; long brown ends, sticking up everywhere like thin straws of wheat. She sat at her desk, twiddling the pencil in between her fingers, the tip of her right thumb resting on her lower lip; her teeth nipping at the skin and what was left of the nail. Her posture was the same as the day before, and everyday before that, since the first day of school. Her back was slightly hunched over; she rested on her left leg as it was folded, tucked under her. Her right foot dangled. She had her left hand snug firmly between the crease of her thigh and calve. She scribbled something else down, and flipped her paper over, letting out a long breath of relief. Finished already? The test was long.
I had looked at the clock and across the room. Everyone else was finished, or almost done. I hurriedly jotted down answers, and myself,flipped the paper over. Lying my head down on my arms, I looked up at her through stringy bangs. Her desk only one before me, to my right. She had her head turned towards the window next to her, her cheek rested on her palm. Did she like the open blue sky? Was she picturing things in the clouds?
"Alright, it seems everyone is done." Mr. Ruuga, our teacher, broke the long silence, dragging his chair across the floor as he went to stand. He was quite young to be a teacher, shortly trimmed hair that cupped his face, a pair of old glasses hanging off this nose. Even with this dorky look, most of the girls thought him to be handsome. I didn't really see how.
"The bell is about to ring, so please pass the test papers up the row. Miss Ray, would you pick them up?" I stepped out of my dream for a moment, stood and nodded.
Walking up to the front of the class, I couldn't help but shoot a look at her, just to see her face. It was child-like. Big oval brown eyes, pink cheeks, small lips, all on a perfect, round face. As I stood at the front of her row, holding out the stack of papers for the boy sitting in front of me to add on to, he had turned around to grab the papers reached out for him. I light surprised look over came me as she and I met eyes. A sweet, silent expression. Thinking, always thinking.
I snatched the papers and turned away to hide my cherry colored cheeks. Was that real? Did she smile at me? My head turned again, before I could stop it, to look at her once more. She was staring out the window once again.
I ignored the bell, the rushing students pushing each other out the door, and walked to Ruuga's desk, setting the stack of paper on it. He gave a smile of appreciation. On the top of the papers, I noticed in the fleet of a second, her paper was on top. Airys R. Antony Her signature was graceful, like that of a Goddess, with a name to fit.
My head spun towards the door, my bangs flying. She was there. She stood, her weight on one foot, holding her books in her arms. Voices went lame around me. I couldn't hear anything. Her eyes watched me with a curious tone, and then, as if I had imagined it, she smiled. Then she was gone.
I felt as if I were going to faint.
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