Her

Part 1

I sat still in my stiff, unmoving chair and looked across the room at her. The glaring bright fluorescent lights shone off her coffee hair, sleek, with an underlying bittersweet hint. Her dark eyes perceived the class from her vantage point, and I could see her looking out, but not at me. She looked back down at her desk, her shoulders heaving as she sighed, her lavender eyelids moving infinitesimally as she scanned the papers that sat before her. I bit my lip softly, my inky hair spilling down my shoulder over my loose white cotton dress, my frail shoulders hunched in on myself, and I looked out at her from my charcoal rimmed eyes. I lifted my pen from where it lay and squeezed it tightly, trying to suppress the overwhelming feeling of nothing, everything, and I pressed the tip down onto the margin of my paper, engraving a single, black tear drop there. I filled in the tear drop with black ink, pushing my pen so brutally into the paper that it snapped, and the blue/black ink spilled across my pale hands. I just stared at my dyed hands as if they weren't mine, and saw them tremble. Filling with awful, incredible emotion I suddenly pressed both hands as hard as I could against my white dress directly below my heart, and I shook uncontrollably, my head bowed, my hair falling forward to obscure my face.