Reflection
Fuuko sighed as she walked out of the girl's shower room and into a crowd of school photographers.
"So Ms.Kirisawa? How foes it feel to be the first and only girl on the school's soccer team?" asked a young student. Pushing them all away she made her way to the entrance where all her friends were waiting for her.
"Oh Fuuko! You were so great!" said Yanagi as she hugged her friend.
"Yeah you're one of the strongest girls I've ever known." Beamed Ganko. Recca nodded.
"Oh it was nothing, I didn't expect to win. Although I'm very glad I did." Said Fuuko forcing a smile. Together they all walked towards the ice-cream shop to celebrate the school's first victory.
"Fuuko! Over here!" yelled Domon where he was sitting with the rest of the team, even though he was only a mascot. Fuuko and the rest hurried to the table. Just as they sat down Tokiya came up.
"Congratulations everyone, nice victory." He said in his cold voice with no feelings. His eyes wandered to Fuuko and then stopped for a second. "And to you too." He walked away. Fuuko looked at the direction he went in and then frowned.
"He is so cold and uncaring." She said, the rest shrugged. But she felt funny.
After the celebration she walked back home alone. Once in her bedroom she looked at the mirror. Then without warning her eyes fell upon a make-up kit that her grandmother had given her when she was younger. Before Recca's promise. She opened it and quickly ran the lipstick tube over her lips and ran some blush on her cheeks. She stared at the girl in the mirror. She looked like… not like herself. It was weird.
She washed the make-up off and proceeded into her room. She did her homework; as soon as it was done she reached for under her pillow and took out a picture of a really handsome guy. With long silver hair and cold eyes.
"I'm one heck of an idiot. Why do I have a crush on this jerk?" she asked her self for the 3rd time that day. Never mind that she put that picture in her book bag and thought. " I'm not really like a girl mentally. Why am I not like Yanagi? Sweet and Caring." She sighed and flopped onto her bed. Not sure why she suddenly felt like a liar.
The next day Fuuko walked into school and immediately wished that she had stayed in bed. Everyone had a copy of the school's newspaper but what it said on the cover was more depressing.
Kirisawa. The Most Boyish Girl in School.
She went over to a group of girls who were reading the paper aloud to the rest.
"She is strong and the only female in the school game enough to fight. Unfortunately this leads to a 'Tom-Boy' image. Fuuko has never been in love or had a crush…." The girls suddenly stopped as she saw Fuuko. Fuuko frowned and hurried outside trying her best to hide her hurt feelings. Everyone admired her because she was strong. That was nice but to say that she has never loved or been loved was cruel and heartless. As soon as she left the building she dropped her book bag and ran for home, not bothering to stop the tears streaming down her face.
She rushed past her home, the place she indented to go and ran to the park. It was empty. She sat down on a bench near the pond and cried. She sat there for ages. She looked up into the pond and wondered why she was so upset with what was most likely the truth.
She was a tomboy. She was loved by many people but not in the way most people prefer. She shook her head and got up. She was already late for school.
She held up her head high and jogged back to school. Only halfway there she realized that her book bag had dropped of somewhere. At first she panicked then she calmed down and went to her locker realizing that her book bag would be returned as it had her name on it.
She whistled happily as she crossed her friends after school. She had detention all right, but it wasn't anything new. Then she realized that Tokiya was watching her from the side. She turned around and realized that he had her book bag in his hand. She sighed and went to get it.
"Found it this morning. I haven't had a chance to speak to you." He gave her the bag and she was about to turn away when he said.
"This picture was halfway out of it. I presume that it is your." He said waving it around. With two fingers. Fuuko turned around and blushed.
"Um…."
" It's not mine." She lied. He didn't believe her. " I…I…" she stopped and turned around. Fuuko ran for the school building. She couldn't face him.
She sat down in he empty gym. It was only seconds before he came to her took her hand.
"You are one heck of a girl." He said suddenly acting more like someone else rather than the Tokiya she knew. She looked into his eyes and realized that she was looking into his soul. She leaned against him.
" The truth is that I've had a crush on you since… the UBS." She said. He turned and frowned slightly.
" Wow, long time."
" I know. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid that I was too boyish for you. I wasn't like anyone in your fan club."
"That's why I consider you better than the rest….oops" he quickly turned away but Fuuko knew he was blushing.
"I like you too." He said. She smiled. His hand took hers; and it remained there for ages
"You know. Suddenly I'm really glad to be who I am." She said finally with a smile.
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