Today's OneWord: Tousled

When she stood up for her award, I could see how purposely tousled her hair was, how the tail of her coat folded inward on one side, how one sock was rolled up while the other was bunched down so low that it nearly swallowed the shoelaces on her sneaker. She walked up to retrieve the trophy, and every teacher turned her head to look at her. She smiled, flashed the bird directly at the quarterback sitting and his head down, and walked directly out of the auditorium with her award tucked under her arm, disappearing into the May dusk.