Justine wandered slowly into class, had usually enthusiasm gone along with her youth, she was still not as bad as some of her peers, but she no longer looked her real age of 15, but looked like a woman in her early forties, complete with a few grey hairs and crows feet.
She still had command over her most of her motor skills, but she had noticed herself tiring more quickly than usual, and having a decreased appetite for sweets (something she was very distressed about, because Justine lived for sweets).

Why was everyone staring so intently at the desk? It looked to be empty from Justine's point of view, but than maybe her eyesight had begun to give out.
"Excuse me, but why is everyone looking at zee desk?" Justine asked in general, looking to her fellow students with curiosity.