Her laugh broke the silence. It was like a random, antagonizing, banshee wail in the middle of a library, even though this is the English classroom. I looked back, along with everyone else. She was sitting in her chair, laughing out loud. The reason? I have got no clue.

They call her Crazy Bay, but her name is Bryleigh. She has the random outbursts that no one can describe, just like that most recent one. Which is, in fact, still continuing. I think it’s pretty cool.

“Bryleigh, sweetie, can you please calm down?” asks my teacher.

Bryleigh, you see was still laughing hysterically in the back of the room in her chair. But she looks so innocent and angelic doing it. Like nothing in the world can stop her from being her. As if she cannot control her laughter, just as I cannot control my adoration of it.

Her outrageous, yet beautiful, laughing fits are rare, but they are what I wait for every week. They make me giggle and mad as a hatter when they occur. I wish they could occur for eternity, I’d be the best eternity ever. Yet, they’re very annoying when I’m reading my Twilight series.

Only a minute into her laughing tantrum and I have butterflies. Watching her gorgeous dirty blonde hair flip back onto her back as she laughs, and her adorable hazel eyes flicker with every twitch of her body. Her marvelous way of laughing, just her laugh, I wish I could record it and download it onto my iPod to listen to it every day she doesn’t have a fit.

I wish that everybody besides me could look at Bryleigh the way I do. Yes, she might be a bit weird, but she’s not crazy. I like her dorky, funny, weird personality.

I passed out papers for my teacher before and handed a test to Bryleigh. Looks like ‘Crazy Bay’ isn’t that crazy, she got a perfect score on that test. Maybe she is crazy, crazy smart, crazy beautiful, crazy funny, crazy dorky, crazy adorable, and crazy amazing.

Maybe I’m crazy; I’m the one who is watching a girl have a laughing fit. Yet, I’m powerless to adore her powerless control of her adorable laughing moments.

I wish these two minutes had lasted longer. Now that she stops, I’m still powerless to assume she’s sane.