Pink Lips

I hate her because she hates me...

I watched her incredulously. The woman was doing it on purpose, failing me. She just smiled, every inch of her lips colored in hot pink lipstick. The white teeth beneath were horrible, for the simple fact that she was she. I crumpled up the paper in front of her, holding it directly under her nose because I knew it would erase her smile. It did. The wicked upturn of lips disappeared as soon as one crease appeared on the paper. I stood up and I went to the trash, throwing it out under everyone's eyes. There were some whispers which ran through the classroom, but I didn't care. I was obsessed by the lips, pink and ugly, waiting for what they would do. They opened on a hideous mouth, simply because she was she. The lips moved, but I didn't hear, or rather : I didn't listen. I just went to sit down, and for about fifteen minutes, the pink lips were hovering over me, and moving madly around. I just smiled, delighted, and they grimaced some more. I laughed and they opened in wide 'o's'. But it was useless, I wasn't listening, wasn't paying attention, only at the wrinkled around those lips and I thought : she's making herself even uglier by screaming. When the lips turned away and reappeared at the desk in the front of the classroom, when everything was silent as it has always been, very coolly I said :
" So, what are we doing next ? I'm sorta bord."

Author's Note

the most random thing I ever wrote, I guess I just wanted to focus on one detail...