Leslie's point of view
I sighed, looking around the whole room in the dull gray, winter afternoon. My black fleece did little to keep me warm as I kept shivering. Soon, our math teacher, Mrs. Giblinski walked in. She was pretty, for a teacher that is, with almond shaped jay feather blue eyes and a warm, full smile. Unfortunately, she was also dreadfully boring. I guess it could be worse, we could have Mr. Baker for a teacher.... I thought, staring into space.
"Ms. Andersen, would you be so kind as to answer the question?" She asked, breaking into my daydreams.