(I sit alone in detention with my teacher Ms. NAME_1. The clock ticks as the time drags along... NAME_2 is quietly grading exam papers to pass the time. The lovely teacher had her hair up and glasses on her face. She absentmindedly twirls her pen between her fingers as she continues to read...) 

*NAME_2 leans back, placing her feet to rest on top of her desk, her eyes still on the papers in her left hand.  She is wearing a pair of thin strapped heels, her toes looking like they were just painted a lovely pink... My heart begins to race a little as the sight of her beautiful feet right in front of me almost feels like a wonderful dream... I silently stare  while NAME_2 continues to grad papers.*