Love is Like a Butterfly

by ShiaEve

Hotaru Yumiko knows nothing about love but longs to know what it feels to be loved. But going to Saotome Academy where love is strictly forbidden is a challenge for this high school composer, and being surrounded by hot idols doesn't make the situation better. With love rivals and conflicted friendships these school days are quickly becoming heated.

1. Dear Journal

Author Notes: First published fanfiction I have done. Reviews are welcome. What do you think? Constructive criticism very welcome. What do you not like about the prologue? Thank you for reading, in search of BetaReader(s).

Prologue

Music, the one of the many abstract arts that I have been gifted with; the art that makes me complete. Sound, rhythm, and harmony flows like water through my soul, enhancing all my senses. This feeling allows me to feel the passion of emotion hidden in each song. Music is explained in words that fly off the pages, granting me the feeling of wings sprouting from my back. However, there is one beat that I have never heard from one song...the beat of my heart. Though my heart beats in a sound repetition I have never given my heart or love to someone before. It's a feeling that is indescribable through words, and differs from person to person. Love. I have never felt love before other than the few guys I liked in school and around the neighborhood, but those were just childish crushes, never love.

Actually, when I think of love I think of the few couples in the world who have stayed together for 1 or more decades. They go through thick and thin together, have each others backs, and through it all are not only husband and wife but friends. I wish I could know how it felt to love and be loved by someone. And I don't care if it's today, next week, next year, or 20 years from now, I want to know what love is.

Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it pleases, and it pleases where it goes.

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Entry #1

Date: February 14

Dear Journal,

This is my first entry. If you must know, I am naming you Journal because I find that everyone( or at least all my friends) have diaries. I've decided to give you a name. I would like to name you something so I won't have to refer to as a journal. I've come up with a list of names:

Chu

Haru

Misa

Ponyo

Shuu

Yoru

Pon-Pon

Usui

This list, I've decided, is final, for if I continue the list would go on and on and on until I could barely think about writing in you ever again. Just as a reminder to a future me, you wrote this for a purpose remember. To get to the point, I shall be writing for the one year of my high school career. I will be attending Saotome Academy in the Spring. This place is amazing. I can expand my music composition. I expect I can use these skills to have a successful life. It was tough getting in but I did not give p. With my successful application and my great test scores, I got in. I had to wait countless months to get in (okay it was two, but still I was anxious.) I received a letter with the school symbol on it. I had immediately recognized it and went in a frenzy. During my fit, all I could think was, "Did I get in? Did I get in? Did I get in?!"

And you know what…I got in.

During the whole day, however, I had refused to open the letter at all. The reason of course was, I was afraid that I would not get in. Those butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I denied any access to the letter; But opening it was worth it. I was the happiest girl in the world-

Until I actually got there.