❀ (( our little cherry blossoms )) completed

[Asherwy]

herp
thank you so so so so so much guys
but cute
not sure
i dunno i wrote this while listening to really depressing music
this is the thing i was listening to
damn valerie

[noal]

//SQUEEEE
i was so excited when i saw this
as everybody else said, vocab is fab
its so amazing asdfghjkl love it!!!
jeez val find another dude

[Asherwy]

-squeals with merli-
tanks mon
ugggh you guys give me so much happiness in my sad, sad life
-fart-

valerie's stayin there for the majority of the story just sayin'

also, guys, the december chapters are like fillers
yeeea

[noal]

eww -fans da air-
jfc im getting so pumped for this :o ohh dont be sad its okay
-pap pap pap-
drama is stirring
though i love drama so its all good

[Asherwy]

don't you dare deny my fart

aaaalllll dem drama
i shall not be of the sadness
yessir

[casimir]

... god i have so much to catch up on

[Asherwy]

hahaHAAAA

[Chemicello]

I have just read the whole thing from
the start and I must say,
you have a really flowing and engaging style,
flawless grammar and great vocabulary.
You set all the scenes beautifully,
with great descriptions, and the
character development is really well done.
Great job xxx

[Asherwy]

thank you
so so so so much chemi.
you guys don't even believe how grateful I am for your comments
both positive and negative
it's just the high point of all my days
sometimes I go back and reread all of your comments
over and over again
thank you all so much

[Asherwy]

nine. salt
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Joseph would timidly contemplate his surroundings, objects and people included, and carefully remove
himself from the fray like a thread yanked out of the tattered quilt, ineluctably drifting towards cold
marble tiles. During lunch break, he scurried around his classmate's eyes and vanished into the shadows
to eat. No one searched for him nor realised his absence. Not one single thought of Joseph scampered
across their self-consumed minds. His friends had other friends, and he wearily imagined their illuminant
grins swathed upon their lips while buoyant bouts of laughter ruptured through their teeth. The sound of
his fork against his plastic lunchbox often cracked the desolate ceiling which hovered above him, seeming
to descend lower and lower as the minutes trotted by. He would intentionally lock the door to his stall,
freezing into a rigid sculpture each time the bathroom entrance creaked open, inevitably followed by
lazy footsteps and perhaps a cough or two, albeit it was primarily hollow laughter that echoed off the
walls like gongs. The sound would reverberate in his mind long after they left. Joseph frequently skipped
school days, simply because he dreaded the group projects and those bleak lunch breaks. Though he
would never miss the days when he had physical education, when Lark was there.

Joseph thought about his farewell to Lark before December break as salty beads dribbled from his eyes
onto the entrance exam for his new school. Those days don't exist anymore.

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