fingers flying on her keyboard while she writes,
lost in her head.
chewing on the end of her pencil,
confused
twirling her hair absentmindedly,
intrigued
biting her cheek as she reads, turning the pages,
anxious
eyes twinkling, seeing the red “A” on the english paper she cried over,
happy
all the things that he loves
and she would see that,
if only she would look up.