Her walk is slow, as she gets into the classroom. Her face looks white, but it could’ve been just the lighting. She wears an black, tight dress, red boots and on her eyes a messy eyeliner is drawn. She looks around, and notices you, sitting there, in the back of your table. It seems like light got into her eyes, only you reflecting in her pupils. But to your suppose, she turns around, and sits on the front table, and opens a book. She seems concentrated, but it wasn’t something new.