•Shiori Yoshiko•
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• I frantically surveyed the glossy floor with my large, green leaf eyes. As my chalk colored tail swayed behind me, I began snatching the scattered books and handing them over to Jamin, while keeping those which belonged to me. I let a furious smile spread on my plump, delectable lips. I pushed my curly, brown locks forward, twinkling a sparkling aura with warmth radiating from my bubbly glow. I gave him a wink of my grassy marbles as I patted the books which were now placed in the grips of his well defined hands.
• This may be amusing to admit, but it is quite difficult for me to come off as serious. I just have such an innocent and fun facial structure- It is basically impossible for me to pull off cruel intentions or mature debating. I guess it slightly disappoints me, but on the other hand, I am pretty satisfied with what I have been gifted with. I should be grateful for my angel-like appearance, who knows, I could of ended up looking like a stubborn, homeless hound. Not that I have anything against that, but... I think you can formulate an idea of what I am trying to state.
• I put a finger on my lips as I clutched my learning material close to my chest, wrinkling my forehead as I tried to grab that unreachable information off of the tip of my tongue. I grunted, so close to retrieving that info back to my mind. After another few moments of silence, I suddenly managed to settle my thirsty need of knowledge. I exclaimed with excitement, quietly proud of myself, due to the fact that I have the memory of a rock, "You are Jamin, aren't you!? We share quite the bunch of classes!" I did not expect him to recognize my name, even if I happened to be fairly well known.
• I looked at him with a questioned expression as I reviewed the details I knew about him. Isn't he a popular guy? According to the looks of his strong hands, he must be a basketball player, right? Don't the girls constantly talk about him?
Thousands of arrows went flying through my thoughts as I stared at the surprisingly handsome Jamin. Now, don't get me wrong here. He may be an impressive, attractive hunk, but his type definitely did not suit me. He seemed so close minded, ungrateful and everything and anything which could be the synonym of 'no fun'. Although these were just speculations, they were already tensely implanted in my mind.
• I studied the emotion running around on his face and I wasn't even surprised of what I saw. It was completely blank. It appeared as if someone attempted suicide before his very own eyes. It was so... Expressionless and opaque. Definitely not my style. If I am going to fall in love again, it should be a boy of many colors of positivity and not some breathing piece of charcoal. I decided I should halt my flood of abrupt assumptions and start casually eliminating them with facts.
• "You have history too, right? Well, I am guessing from the sight of that book.", I spat with a sweet, sugar coated tone. I pointed towards the history book with the tip of my spare finger, standing before him. I fumbled with my nerves as I observed his reactions. They were priceless, because no one, absolutely no one, could be so blank. It made me wonder if he just did not like my presence. Either way, it was causing nervosity to crawl down my spine.
Should I kiss his shoes? Is he mad at me for letting his books fly all over the place? Can't he smile?
• I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to press any unwanted buttons. You never know how hot tempered a person can be. While I quietly awaited a bit more meaningful deed from Jamin, I lost track of time, due to the beautiful sight hidden behind the enormous glass window, losing my mind to nature. The sun's rays caught my hair, letting them shimmer with grace. My ears twitched in enjoyment as I continued to gaze to my delight. I've always been a sucker for nature. It was just so stunning. It could refreshen a perspective or conquer a heart for inspiration. Anything was possible in the realms of nature.
• My grandfather was a very bold man. He would sing me lullabies and treat me with the strawberries from his garden. He was like a father, mother and grandmother bundled in one person. He cared over me like no one else did and the memories of him would never fall out. He was the one who taught me the beauty of what followed us outdoors. He used to say, "A flower is like a human. It blooms on certain days and fades on specific dates. When the petals fall, we all know it is almost time for the beauty to leave, but either way, we don't gift that aspect too much attention."
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