Deep dazzling emerald eyes met shy amber ones, as their owners began a quiet conversation about something. Scoffing Meiling turned her undivided attention to her food, the food she was supposedly eating. But how can she eat when her mind was thinking about the owners of those emerald and amber eyes? Just the thought of them sitting together in the heated afternoon sun made her nauseous. It didn't help the fact that they were sitting 15 feet away from her, under a flowering cherry blossom tree. The scene reminded Meiling of something out of a movie. There was only two words to describe the scene: sickeningly sweet.
She turned her back to them and sighed. Deep in thought of the Chinese boy, she picked at her left over lunch. A shadow was cast on her as someone stood next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She jumped and dropped her lunch.
"What are you doing scaring people like that!? Do you want me to have a heart attack!?" It was more of a surprised statement rather than a mad one, but her voice did raise a pitch.
"Sorry, I thought you'd like to know that the bell for class already rang," the black haired boy stated matter-of-factly. She glared at him and bent down to pick up her dropped lunch. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. It made her feel uneasy.
"What do you want Ben?! Shouldn't you be in class?!" she practically yelled.
He winced at her yelling and muttered under his breath, "My, my aren't we lady like?"
She growled and threw her lunch in the trash can and stalked off towards the school gate. She could hear him calling after her, "HEY MEILING! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! CLASS IS THIS WAY!"
"I have more important things to do!" she muttered as her eyes watered up. She picked up her pace toward the gate and hoped he wouldn't follow her.
Meiling slowed down as she neared Kami Cutters, a hair cutting salon. (AN: I didn't know what else to put, forgive me. -.-;) She stood outside glancing at the sure gestures of a man while he cut a blonde woman's hair. With a deep breath Meiling pushed open the door and walked inside.
An hour later, a apprehensive Meiling walked out. She didn't know whether or not others would like her new hair cut. Who? Your so called friends? A voice inside of her said. Syaoran who left you for Sakura? You don't have any friends anymore remember? You're all alone, just like before, before you met Syaoran. Meiling turned her head toward the glass to look at her reflection. The two buns were gone. Her bangs were gone too, the front of her hair was now parted and framed her peachy colored face. The rest of her long black hair was now layered and hanging half way down her back. She had cut off almost five inches.
Just yesterday, the thought of getting a new image brought a smile to her face and lifted up her dull spirits. But now, she wasn't so sure she wanted to part with the old memories that accompanied her old image, for it was a part of her. A part of herself in which she would never have the power to let go of. For if she did, then what was she? What was left?
Still, what's done is done and she couldn't change that now. It was too late, nevertheless she knew she would never let go of the past, for whatever reason. The past was what made her who she was, inside and out. Briefly she wondered why she had welcomed the change so quickly, perhaps it was to hide the fact that she wasn't over Syaoran, as everyone thought she was. Or perhaps it was to hide the fact that she was in her own way innocent and fragile too.
Eep. This was really short. I don't even know how to continue this story. I've got writer's block! ::sob:: Review please? :D