Her Face...She lays against the desk, quiet and peaceful. She has not been this way in a while. For once, she seems happy to just be herself. Her head is buried in her folded arms, hiding her face. A bit of cold wind comes in through the window next to me, and blows her golden hair a bit, giving the illusion that she may have moved. It sends my nerves into shock, but I settle again once I realize it was only illusion. I am just about sure now that she is asleep. The wind was cold, which makes me realize that it is raining just outside the window. That makes me wonder why the teacher has left the window open. It is terribly cold in here. I hope she is noHer Face...
