She was beautiful. At least in my opinion. She had these wonderful eyes that were so deep ocean green that if you looked at them to long you felt as if you were really on the shore. Her hair though was her best quality. It was a deep rich sea foam green, usually half of it tied back with a black ribbon. It always had a slight curl to it making it look like she had just gone swimming. She was a knockout. She is the center of attention when walking past groups of boys but she ignores them. In her eyes when you look deep enough you can see just enough pain and sadness that had turned her into someone who rejected all friendship. But yet she was still one of the sweetest people I have ever met. Once I heard her play the violin and it was the most beautiful melody. It reminded me of the ocean waves crashing against the shore. Sheis said to compose her own music and i believe it. She always seem to remind me of the ocean. She never spoke unless spoken too and even she did she barely said more the a sentence. That is how she got the nickname lonely beauty, Kaioh Michiru.
She would never go for me. Someone who is a major flirt and popular. She might not even be one. Me being me I just have to hope she is one. I have heard the rumors going around that me and her were dating. That's not true. I mean hell I barely have the courage to ask to borrow a pencil from the girl. I wish I could tell her. I doubt she would say yes espicially if she found out. Found I was the first class female racecar driver with the short sandy hair, navy blue eyes, and male build. The hopeless flirt, Tenoh Haruka.