The Epic Continues

Here's a continuation of my story. Straight from my head to you. I didn't even put it into Word first because my other computer with all my files on it isn't working, so I can't edit my old file.
Not too long.

A Moment of Hate Gone Wrong
She put her head on her desk and buried herself under her jacket.
Why did he have to wear his hair like that? It was fairly easy to hate him when he had ugly hair, but when he did his hair, it was much harder.
He did it on purpose.
She imagined throwing her pencil in his eye, and then Luke yelped. She sat up quickly with her jacket still on her head. Hoping nobody had seen, she unwrapped the jacket sheepishly and patted it into her lap. She looked back at Luke and saw him clutching his eye.
Her head snapped back to her desk.
Yes, her pencil was still there. She sighed in relief.
She looked back again and saw that he had gone back to work and that his eye was fine.
O...kay, she thought.