Okay guys, this is the first fic I'm actually publishing. It's just a collection of drabbles. Time frame varies and they're not particularly related. PLEASE PLEASE review. More chapters coming. Thanks for reading!
Doodles
Young Chihiro sighed, startled out of her daze by the sharp bark of her Japanese Literature teacher. He hadn't particularly been shouting at her, rather at the class in general; still, it was enough to wake her from her reverie.
She turned her attention momentarily back to his lecture and the blackboard, and realized she was rather lost. Not that she really cared though. She never really cared much. She was not interested in the class; it was that simple. She wasn't interested in any class, really.
She was generally considered a failure at school; her grades were rather bad and she didn't exactly get along with any of the other children, though she didn't have any problems with them either. She was just always a loner, always dreaming. It worried her parents, and she felt a bit bad about it, for their sakes. But she just wasn't interested in school or her classmates, and there was nothing to be done about it.
Her gaze turned from the blackboard back to her notebook. She picked up her pencil and continued to scratch out a drawing on the paper. The page did not contain your average Literature homework.
Instead, a half-drawn dragon stared back up at her.
People wondered about it. It was always the same dragon, with white scales, a teal mane and bright green emerald eyes. She would draw it over and over. Sometimes, there were other creatures; a strange being that most closely resembled a radish, clothed frogs, a friendly-looking cross between a spider and a man. But mostly, there was the dragon.
In all her notebooks, really.
