As far as adventures go, this one hasn't disappointed. When they told her France was glorious, so many years ago, she'd imagined a plethora of beautiful buildings, enchanting people and fine foods. Despite her vivid daydreams, reality brought with it a magic that her own childish mind never suspected. (From the height of four and a half feet, everything seems grand.) Here, cheeks are flushed with delight and eyelashes flutter, desperate not to miss a single moment. She wished she could suspend every single clock for long enough to capture this fine world, but for now she is stuck with a steadfast amount of time, quickly running out. For each marvel she is more than grateful - She has chosen this fate over dying slowly in her own bed, and enjoy enjoy it she must. The others frown, and she pities them.
Naturally, she is quiet. The occasions in which she keeps company usually leave her with little to say other than the facts that pour from her lips when she is nervous. This morning, she made myself a promise that at breakfast she would test her own bravery. "If it wasn't for cell death in the embryonic stage of development, humans would have webbed fingers," She blurts, and then clamps her hands over her mouth with surprising force.
It takes her a long moment to recollect herself. Finally, she clambers up onto a table, regains her balance, and promises herself that she can do it. "Hi... everybody," She says, wondering how the girl who clambered fearlessly into the highest branches of a tree despite her brittle bones could quiver so easily under the gaze of her students. "My name is Ms Layla- I'm the English teacher- and I think, if you want, maybe... we could just take a moment to wish?" She stumbles on her own words, ever so aware of her tiny posture. Just the other day, a student told her she wasn't aloud in the teachers lounge before realising that she was actually a teacher. She brings out her notepad, her pen, and the empty jar labelled 'wishes'.
"I'd like it very much if you could all make one - before we start- I want to know that everyone is hoping for something." She blinks, surprised at herself, and jumps quickly down from the table, passing the jar.