❀ (( our little cherry blossoms )) completed

[Asherwy]

@merliot - based around modern times, yep, does that answer your question?
thank you very very much for your feedback, I shall try and make it become a good story ;w;

@nan - good pumpkin -pat pat-

[Asherwy]

two. dubiety
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Vibrant, brilliant, yet desolate. Like a verdurous forest without its sunshine. Someone needed to water
those great pine trees and shed light onto those insipid shrubs. I knew this, but didn't do anything. I
passed her by, just like I would any other girl, brushing her off as insignificant even with those beautiful
emeralds resting in the whites of her eyes. I was almost attracted to the girl, with her wavy, shoulder-
length chocolate brown locks and how it so perfectly contrasted with those rich, viridescent irises. It
amused me, the way she ignored my friends, yet she still held the gate open for them. I couldn't
understand whether she actually disliked them or not. I had never really come to know this girl, one of
the very few memories I have of her is that she was in my Grade 6 homeroom. My memory is not one to
admire, I admit. Thanking her, I trailed after my friends, our little encounter swiftly slipping to the back
of my mind.

...the blossoms are hiding...

The ebullient summer sun filtered through the classroom's clear window panes, its golden blaze
illuminating those who touched it. Our teacher was walking to and fro in the front of the room, lecturing
us about commentary writing and how to analyse properly in addition to passionately jotting down a
variety of vocabulary on the whiteboard. She is Indian by the way, and a very fine teacher at that. I
juggled my phone between my hands, the vague presence of the girl I met yesterday gently radiating
beside me. It was oddly comforting, even though she hardly paid any attention to me. At one point during
individual reading time, she muttered about how smelly I was. And I do have strong cologne. If I recall
correctly, her words were this: 'Stinks.' She then pointedly shifted away from me, facing the other way. I
won't lie, I thought she was a rude, spoiled brat for saying something like that out loud.

"Case! Are you listening?"

A purposeful exclamation from the teacher reached my ears, slightly surprising me as I had fumbled
about with my phone and evidently dropped it onto the cold floor. Nodding to her with a sheepish smile,
I bent down to retrieve the device when I heard a muffled snicker next to me. It was that girl; she sat
beside me and I still didn't know her name. I stole a glance at her and found something that shocked me
even more than our dominant teacher. A smile. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. For the second time I
was intrigued by this girl, for I had never seen her put on such an expression. In fact, it warmed my heart
just a little to know that I was the cause of it. Especially since her zealous, emerald eyes were trained on
me as she smiled. I couldn't help but return the favour, or should I say gift, back to her. There was a
flicker in those lush irises that disappeared so quickly that I hadn't even the chance to understand what
that flicker was. The clutching warmth in my chest immediately brought me to my senses. What was wrong
with me? How could I fancy someone like her? I only go for those within our 'group,' our 'clique.' Never
before had I ever gotten to socialise with the quieter bunch, let alone become friends. And I knew why;
their personalities weren't as exciting as of those in their 'group.' Not to mention they weren't as
good-looking. Not giving it much thought, I sat back in my chair and allowed the warmth to dissipate, and
slowly but surely, it disappeared.

"You will be in the same group as those who are reading the same book, so find your members!"

My book choice was Catcher in the Rye. The rest of the choices were far too boring for me to read, this
one was the only one about a teenage boy, and that alone piqued my interest. Alas, no one else had
chosen the same book I had, which ultimately leads to me managing the end presentation about the
book by myself. Of course the teacher didn't want this to happen, so she stood in the middle of the
classroom for a while, contemplating her options when the most unexpected thing happened. From the
corner of my eye, I watched as an arm was raised beside me and I turned to stare at the girl. She had
chosen the Joy Luck Club, but not anymore it seemed.

"I can switch over to Catcher in the Rye if you want."

The girl hadn't so much as given me a knowing look or even glanced at me to hint a sort of subtle alliance,
she only volunteered to 'join' my group. The teacher looked relieved, inevitably accepting the offer with
an appreciative nod of her head and a word of gratitude.

"Thank you, Lark."

My gaze softened as I heard her name being spoken from the teachers lips, still taken aback by her
'kindness.' I watched her nod in reply and settle back down into her seat, glancing at me swiftly,
emotionlessly, before observing the whiteboard once again. So that is her name, I thought.

...'not yet,' they whisper...

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[raey]

I can not express how much I love this...
It's so soft and gentle and still it takes you in
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[Asherwy]

agghahghag thank you so much naaannnn
little pumpkin >w<
-hugs-
i'm so afraid that peeps will still find it boring though ;w;
this kind of style usually doesn't attract much attention haha
but it's okay if you're the only one reading it ;3

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

ok ok first off, I love this
Beautiful descriptions, oh my god
But there was a hiss in my head when I saw Catcher in the Rye
And it got louder when I read the Joy Luck Club
...
I was not one for required reading

[Asherwy]

whoopsie

[Asherwy]

herro cap'n
thank ya cap'n :D
good luck with that hiss cap'n
i also hate required reading
but i found joy luck club really hard to follow along since it kept jumping from story to story and to be honest i was half-asleep while reading it so that explains a lot ahah
i ended not reading it.
you know this is actually based off somethin' that happened to me except the characters are a little different and it's WAAAY more exaggerated to keep it interesting on some parts hehrehrehrheuure

[arisyev]

Two words... simply wonderful.

I love the words and language you use! It greatly surpasses mine. I think
it's fantastic to know there are such fantastic writers like you out there!

[Asherwy]

oh gosh thank you sososo much
this means a whole dang lot to me aghh
-shivers in corner-
omg someone called me a fantastic writer hehe
-shivers-

[noal]

okay, it's been confirmed
the jealousy is real '' i all
ready LUV this everythi-
ng is perfect~ please co-
ntinue <<<<333333333