writings.

Parasocial.

It could simply be the fact that she was new or perhaps her foreign appearance, a mix of South American and Asian, porcelain pale skin, long curly brown hair, brown slanted eyes, with slight hints of green that I could see thanks to the sunlight coming through the classroom window. They were framed by long, abundant brown eyelashes, a flirty reddish-brown mole under her left eye, the only visible imperfection on her crystalline skin, plus a few small freckles that I could only notice after looking at her for a long time. A pixie nose and full, natural pink lips. Combined with that slightly girly style, with a bit of rock, it was easy for me to get lost in there.

To her this seemed quite normal, she was no longer ashamed to go to a new school or class, even if it was in a country so far away from her own. She hoped she wouldn't be approached by weirdos, she had enough of her own considerably geeky friends, the rest was idiotically trivial, though she could point to the lack of uncomfortable and ugly uniforms as a good thing.

There wasn't much to do anyway, she had chosen a good seat, so apart from trying to ignore the expectant stares of the other monkeys, qualified as her new classmates, she didn't seem to have much to worry about, there was nothing to generate any real interest around her, not even counting the number of lines in her notebook seemed to take away her boredom, she had lost her friends earlier in the day, among the long, tall corridors full of strange animals that walked on two legs. But then again, they were from other classes, so he would have to endure the boring lessons at the cost of sighs and songs that no one would understand.

At that moment the teacher entered the classroom, she let out a sigh that was lost in the rising noise, a man between eighty and death, all sucked up and probably senseless. She knew his type and didn't like him at all, so she preferred to look elsewhere, specifically at what she considered freedom, the courtyard, rather, at that huge window that showed the place where she most wanted to be right now, talking "nonsense" with her friends, judging anyone who was in the same area as them, imagining that made her not even think too much about the person who was partially in her sight, namely me.