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Sitting in class, ignoring the teacher, she was consumed by her current dime novel. Her eyes, green with flecks of yellow, glided over the words-line after line, eating the words with her eyes. Occasionally, she would glance up at the teacher, faking interest in his class. She brushed her chestnut hair out of her face and turned back to her novel. For the rest of the class, she was in her own little world of words. She loved the words that were on the weathered pages. They took her away from harsh reality. All to soon, her trance was broken by the shuffling of other students. She looked behind her to the clock. To her surprise she had spent the entire period in her little paradise. Languidly, she closed her book and slide it into her olive green book bag. She stood up and stretched. Sitting down, she looked of average height. But standing, she towered above most other girls at five foot ten inches. Grabbing the hair elastic off her wrist, she twisted her hair into a messy, feathered bun. She reached down, grabbed her book bag and slung it over her right shoulder. She stalked towards the door and replayed the words of the book in her head. Opening the door and merging with the hallway traffic, she let the words eat at her world. And slowly, among the crowded hallway, she became lost. |
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