The teacher read of half of the class's names, and in turn, each read the essay that they had been assigned. There was nothing special about any of them, just vague descriptions and a lot of 'you are smart's and 'you are a good friend's.
"And that's why Mari is a good friend and an overall good person."
Miyako sat down and the class applauded politely.
The teacher stood up off of his stool and looked at his clipboard. "Ichijouji, Ken. And Motomiya is next."
Ken blushed slightly and felt all of the blood in his face disappear. It was suddenly hot in the room. He looked at the two papers on his desk. He made a last minute decision and picked up the one Miyako said he shouldn't read.
"How people see Daisuke Motomiya, by Ken Ichijouji."
He glanced quickly at Daisuke and started to read from the paper. Miyako took the other essay and crammed it into the desk, just incase Daisuke let his eyes wander.
"Daisuke is a wonderful friend and is always there when you need him. He shows great courage in whatever he does, and is never afraid to speak his mind. . ."
Daisuke's jaw almost dropped. If he had had less self-control, he would have ran right out of the room. He was under the impression, well actually, the false assumption, that Ken's essay would be deep and show some sort of true feelings toward him. Something that would confirm all of the hints. 'This sucks. It just sucks.' He looked down at his own paper. 'Stupid Hikari.'
"Though he might not be the best student, he still tries his hardest. Daisuke is always there to cheer you up with a joke or a smile. On top of all of that, he is an excellent soccer and basketball player. . ."
Daisuke's head hit his desk, and he reread his essay. It was terrible, and he would be embarrassed in front of the whole class. He half listened as Ken finished his essay, just a cliché like all the others. Only specific to him.
"Motomiya. Your turn."
Daisuke took a last look at his paper. He shot a quick look to Hikari, who had an expression that just screamed 'I'm SO sorry!'. But 'sorry's weren't going to help Daisuke, and the seconds were ticking by.
"Motomiya? Do you have your essay?"
Daisuke folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. "No sir, I don't have it."
"Daisuke, I'm very disappointed in you. Get it in tomorrow or it's a zero. Do you understand?"
Daisuke nodded weakly. The next name was called.
"And that's why Mari is a good friend and an overall good person."
Miyako sat down and the class applauded politely.
The teacher stood up off of his stool and looked at his clipboard. "Ichijouji, Ken. And Motomiya is next."
Ken blushed slightly and felt all of the blood in his face disappear. It was suddenly hot in the room. He looked at the two papers on his desk. He made a last minute decision and picked up the one Miyako said he shouldn't read.
"How people see Daisuke Motomiya, by Ken Ichijouji."
He glanced quickly at Daisuke and started to read from the paper. Miyako took the other essay and crammed it into the desk, just incase Daisuke let his eyes wander.
"Daisuke is a wonderful friend and is always there when you need him. He shows great courage in whatever he does, and is never afraid to speak his mind. . ."
Daisuke's jaw almost dropped. If he had had less self-control, he would have ran right out of the room. He was under the impression, well actually, the false assumption, that Ken's essay would be deep and show some sort of true feelings toward him. Something that would confirm all of the hints. 'This sucks. It just sucks.' He looked down at his own paper. 'Stupid Hikari.'
"Though he might not be the best student, he still tries his hardest. Daisuke is always there to cheer you up with a joke or a smile. On top of all of that, he is an excellent soccer and basketball player. . ."
Daisuke's head hit his desk, and he reread his essay. It was terrible, and he would be embarrassed in front of the whole class. He half listened as Ken finished his essay, just a cliché like all the others. Only specific to him.
"Motomiya. Your turn."
Daisuke took a last look at his paper. He shot a quick look to Hikari, who had an expression that just screamed 'I'm SO sorry!'. But 'sorry's weren't going to help Daisuke, and the seconds were ticking by.
"Motomiya? Do you have your essay?"
Daisuke folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. "No sir, I don't have it."
"Daisuke, I'm very disappointed in you. Get it in tomorrow or it's a zero. Do you understand?"
Daisuke nodded weakly. The next name was called.