"What is she doing?"
I stare at the girl sitting beside me as she keeps on peeling her dry pale lips.
The kids started to talk about her few days ago when she transferred here.
She's beautiful,
No.
I saw a goddess the moment i saw her.
Though
She's weird.
she never talk to any of us, the kids did approach her but she would just stare at nowhere, never even give a slight glance at us.
Though she's smart.
She will just stare at our teacher, I don't even know if she's listening or what but everytime a teacher ask her, but no matter how difficult the question is , she always have an answer to say.
"God, tell her to stop"
"She's bleeding already"
She has this disturbing hobby of peeling her lips
She peels and peels until it bleeds but this time I think she's going to fcking rip her lips
I heard almost half of my class gasp as her last peel did really make her lips drip a blood, but she still keeps on peeling it as if the blood that start's to run down to her chin was nothing.
I was about to grab her hand to make her stop but then someone already did it.
It was Corks, the classroom and campus president.
"Stop it, what the heck are you doing?" his face was frowning as he pull a handkerchief out of his pocket.
He was about to wipe her lips using that handkerchief of his but then she did slap his hand very hard making him shock and drop his handkerchief and lost a grip on her hand.
"Who gave you a permission to touch me?"
It sounded sweetly dangerous.
Everyone was making a shock and worried expression.
She looks really mad, while Corks was obviously taken back but he still maintain his serious expression.
He was about to say something but then she stand up maintaining her cold expression.
I was expecting that she will say something but then she starts to walk out of our room.
