Sarah sits quietly. Just by that, I already know her type; shes one of those people. Theres at least one of them in every class. They are the ones that just sit there during class and rarely say a word. They act like it causes them great pain just to say a few words in class.
Her dark, messy hair acts as a thick brownish-red screen, almost as if protecting her from the outside world. Her posture, which is turned somewhat inward, is on her list of defenses as well. What is she so afraid of? Is she afraid of sounding stupid, of getting hurt?
Im drawn to the mystery of who Sarah is. Does she talk with an accent? Does she talk quietly or loudly? How does she act outside of class? I find myself asking these questions, coming up with more and more. I cant seem to make myself focus on anything else except this strange girl sitting in class.
Just by her looks I can get a general idea of what she is like. Shes a pretty girl, but by the way she carries herself and hides, its apparent that shes one of those girls who dont believe that they are pretty. Her hair, which is obviously multi-colored (a cross between black, brown and red) and parted non-conventionally to the side, says that she doesnt want to be like everyone else. Apparently, she has a faint rebellious nature.
She looks like she has something to say, as she takes in a breath and open her mouth ever so slightly. Dammit, someone beat her to it. Now its back to the silent treatment she is giving to the rest of the class.
Eventually she is called upon. There is a split second of panic and utter dread that flash in her eyes. If you had not been paying attention, you would have missed it. Gasp! She spoke! The wavering of her voice and the slight tint of red on her cheeks show the whole class her embarrassment of speaking in front of a group of relatively unknown people. Most of my questions about her have been answered but wait I still have more! She seemed to have a sense of empowerment by speaking. However, as it seems with Sarah, old habits die hard and shes back to being the nervous unknown girl. Who knows the next time well hear her speak again.














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I'm the quiet one in my class; I hate speaking in front of groups, especially the class, and doing a presentation is torture! Most people don't know much about me, and I keep myself on a low profile.
And oddly enough, my name is Sarah as well!
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"You understand that I don't hate her - I hate what she's become. I hate the illness."
"I wonder, did you imagine your mother's face beyond the light? Or perhaps the face of a friend? If so, then that means your memory of them has grown stronger."
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Don't ever shut up
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