She looked as if the muscles of her face had gone on strike. Everything about it was slack and it gave her the aura of one who would spurn even the most well meaning attempts to strike up a conversation. Even her shoulders drooped and as she made her way to her seat she made eye contact with no-one. She fell into her seat like a sack of dead kittens and stared at the empty white board.

By neeta, October 16, 2013.