She tapped the fresh pink eraser of her yellowish pencil against the worn desk. Tapping mindlessly; manic.
His steps were heavy, dragging his bright red sneakers across dirty beige linoleum. The sounds of early morning classes and coffee filled the hallway around him.
He hung his head and tilted it sideways, staring into the televisions soft glow. Quizzical yet arrogant, he argued with the news anchor.
His light brown body was speckled with dark marks. They made him look dirty and old. But he still walked around shirtless like I was supposed to be attracted.
She sipped thick chocolate milk through a thin straw, running her tongue across her teeth after each sip.
He spoke incessantly, every word made my skin crawl. Thoughts of duct taping his mouth shut washed over me as continued.
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