That Stéphanie..

There's that girl, Stéphanie. I always liked her. She's a nice girl, I had her in most of my classes last year. This year I only got her in English. She has those eyes.. When you look at her, you don't really see her eyes actually. Her forehead is made some sort of way that you see shadows around her eyes, really feels as if her eyes were deep. I never saw that caracteristic on anyone else before. She also has a very nervous voice.. In french the good word would be a 'chevronante' voice.. *Looks in French/English dictionary* Well ok, my lil dictionary doesn't have that word in it. Basically her voice tone changes a lot, it doesn't run smooth. It's an interesting voice though. I feel I have lots of common points with her, but I think last year none of us actually .. realised that. I already made a team work with her. She's a real work beast, I know school stresses her a lot. During that work we had to make also an oral presentation, we were with 2 stupid guys (which I kinda like because they're easy to control :P), she counted mostly on me to learn the information and help the 2 guys. I helped one of them to learn some info, he did his best (which is not much), the other guy didn't show up at all (he got 0%, good for him), so it was only the 2 of us who mainly did the presentation. I remember how nervous she was before the presentation, she was speaking to me and I could hear that her voice was breaking. I tried to cheer her up, not sure if it helped. I don't think I did as good as she thought I would, I hope she didn't think I let her down, or something like that.. It's not really important, but I can't help myself from thinking at that each time I see her. Have I got down in her consideration that day? I know she considered me highly, she knows I take work seriously.

I dreamed at her last night. It was a nice dream : I was getting out a class, and I saw her. And something broke in me, that kind of haft-conventioned politeness you have with people who aren't your friends, and I impusively hugged her and put my arm around her shoulder and I told her I was going to sing her a song. She looked at me haft-puzzled haft-happy. I told her to stay around and that I was going to be back, she nodded. I went back to my locker, that magically became as large as a room, there as books and little plushes everywhere. I picked up a cat plush, and I was about to head to her when I woke up. Which is kinda a good thing because I don't know what song I was about to sing to her. I know it was going to be a love song..