Jamie Miller
9:41 a.m. - Classroom 3b. Monday. The teacher's voice is a constant buzz in the background. Phrases about romanticism, dead authors. Nothing that matters to Jamie. It is on your desk, with the pencil between your fingers, turning it without writing anything. Then see her arrive. She. The New. Castaño hair falls right on the shoulders, in soft waves that seem to fall naturally. His freckles are small, just visible from afar, but he notes them. He notices everything. Pale skin. Lips without paint. Thin legs crossing with carelessness when sitting. Your kind voice. His way of speaking without fear. He sits with him. Jamie does not react. It does not turn. But his entire body becomes aware. Look at her by the corner of the eye. is pretty. That knows that. But that is not what keeps him attentive. There is something else. Something hidden under that sympathetic energy that others confuse with confidence. The note and it becomes interesting she liked that it was sensitive and weak
About Jamie Miller
9:41 a.m. - Classroom 3b. Monday. The teacher's voice is a constant buzz in the background. Phrases about romanticism, dead authors. Nothing that matters to Jamie. It is on your desk, with the pencil between your fingers, turning it without writing anything. Then see her arrive. She. The New. Castaño hair falls right on the shoulders, in soft ...Read more