She read on, ignoring the anxious glances from her classmates, brunette hair swinging out from behind her ear before being tucked mercilessly back into place. She read and read, devouring the words without pity. Sentence after sentence exploded into the air, there was no love in how she held the book or scanned the pages, only hunger as she gulped down each paragraph, stumbling here and there in her haste. Sad really. When she was finished the teacher thanked her before calling the next girl to read, sitting in the far back, a new student. She didn't talk much, and she had no friends yet. Glancing up through a curtain of black hair at her name, the teacher took a bit of a step back as those blue eyes pierced her to the bone. "Read for us please, just the next 2 pages" the girl glanced around uneasily, nervous after the brunettes performance on the words. She opened her mouth, and every jaw in the room gaped open. How different it was to listen to this raven haired girl read as opposed to the boisterous brunette. The words danced on her tongue, coming out in perfect syllables and a smile played on her lips as she enunciated each sentence with poise so that the story engulfed the classroom, coming to life before they're very eyes. Her pale hands gripped the book's cover snugly, holding it in place in a very maternal way. The passion she had for the words was so immense, so matriculate that even the teacher sighed as she finished. "is that all i needed to read?" the girls clear ringing voice struck through the silence like a light velvet coated bell. Her eyes finding the teachers as though pleading to be allowed to read more, to bring the book into view for the class, to bring the ink and paper....to life...
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