Angel's Among Us
My brown hair keeps tickling my neck. I usually have it up in a ponytail, because it’s too curly, and frankly, I wish it was straighter. After scrambling to get the definition and an example of a proof in my purple spiral notebook, I glance out of the side windows of the classroom. The leaves are sailing from the trees to their muddy destination. Even though I can’t be outside much in this frigid cold, I love the weather. Toasty sweaters, hot chocolate, and reading a good book in cozy grey sweatpants. My daydreaming is at its best when Shane walks in the room.