Sarah's Case

I had never been THAT close to Sarah. I had only ever watched her from a distance. But today I would get close to her. I didn't really like the idea of being so close to her. I didn't even like her. For the first few weeks, I observed her habits and will now document them for you.1] She is always late.2] Her cellphone always rings.3] Her clothes are rather simple in nature.4] She talks as though she is a philosopher.But sitting close to her I observed one more thing: she smelss...as in bad. As soon as she walked in(late, as usual) I could smell her scent instantly. And as if that weren't bad enough, she decided to sit directly in front of me. Sarah was wearing a hat today; one which was off white in color, slightly dirty. She employed many different textures in her outfit: from the wool hat, to the cotton shirt, to the rough denim pants, to the plaid tennis shoes. Her long, blond, strangly hair hanged under her hat, seemingly unbrushed; or maybe wind-jossled violently. She came in the room, rushing as usual and sat quickly, as I breathed her in. Not pleasant. And then she slouched, legs far spread. Her arms were planted on the desk straight in front of her as she made herself quite comfortable. Her scraggley hair touched my desk. Eww. I said nothing. I did not want to offend Sarah. She is not the type to mess with, or so it seems. I knew the smell, a bad scent indeed. We broke into groups and lucky me, she was in my group. She talked as a philosopher about existentialism, religion, fate, choices, labyrinths, and life. She even has the philosopher voice. The voice that sounds "I'm-so-much-better-than-you..." You know the one. She uses this voice to say everything. And everything she says is stupid. Take, for example, her statement from the first day: "I made a square snowman." Then she just slouched in her chair again. Yeah, that's Sarah. Can't stand. So this day she is sitting in front of me...reaking of badness. I describe her scent as such:The scent that occurs when one, already dirty and unbathed, spends a LONG--a VERY LONG- time in a smelly bathroom, that resurfaces to the outside world. Then this very smelly one continues on with life, wearing these very smelly clothes, and having smelly greasy hair, and having smelly underarms. Then add that with a bad attitude and a philosopher voice, and you've got:

SARAH: my repulsive classmate.