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Trembling slightly, Kisa pushed open the door. Whispers emerged from the classroom as she did, some of the girls stopped talking for a second to smirk at her, but then they all went back to talking amongst themselves once more.
Quickly she found her seat in the back and sat down, she had no one to talk to so the tiger just quietly sat there, dreading the day to begin.
"Good morning class." The teacher strode into the room, she shuffled some papers, then sat down.
The children chorused a 'Good morning' back at her.
"Okay everyone, partner up with someone now, we're going to do a project."
Kisa didn't even bother to try; she knew that even if she asked, she would only be scorned off quickly. Not all the girls in school had detested her in the beginning, but by and by the 'popular' kids, who hated her, had scared off the few that had even been slightly friendly.
"Does everyone have a partner now?" The teacher quickly scanned her eyes over the crowd of eager children, ready to learn. "Kisa, do you have one?"
She shook her head.
Some girl up front giggled, "Aww.....poor Kisa doesn't have a friend."
Someone else joined in, "Too bad. Little Kisa probably expected everyone to worship her before she came to school! Just because of that blonde hair!"
"And those eyes!"
"Well, we showed her! She isn't anything special."
"Except for special ed!"
They loved that, and laughed mercilessly at their joke until the teacher silenced them, "We'll just have to find you a partner then, shall we?"
::No:: she prayed ::please don't::
::Please don't force someone to be with me::
"How about you Hasano? You're always with Kimi, wouldn't you like to be with Kisa here for one project?"
Hisano shook her head violently, "No, I don't want to be with that snot, never in my whole life!"
Then she turned to Kimi and whispered something, they snickered at her joke.
Kisa turned her wide pleading eyes up front.
::Please don't do it anymore, none of them want to be with me. So please don't make them...::
The teacher looked defeated, "Okay, okay. Kisa, is it okay if you work by yourself?"
She nodded her head, silently.
"Alrigth then, this is what you're going to do. First get out a sheet of paper, regularly lined. Title it 'Poem' by 'your name' "
A couple of students groaned.
"It's just one, five stanzas long and about anything you like. As long as it's not violent or porn."
Giggles twittered around the room, it always happens in middle schools like this.
"Pay attention. Got it? Five stanzas long and about anything you like. Just no violence."
"Or porn!" Somebody piped up, sending off more giggles.
"Yes, yes." Said the teacher, sounding tired, "or porn."
"Now get to work. You have the rest of the class period, after everyone is finished they will be put on display in the library, and judged. The winner gets a prize."
"What is it?" asked a curious child.
"You'll see."
She grumbled, but didn't say anything.
"No more questions?"
"No!" They chorused, and got to work.
Kisa sat there, thinking. What should she write about? There where so many subjects that she could, but did she want them to be displayed? Because she wanted to write about her curse, she wanted to write about /all/ their curses, she wanted them to know, know about the sufferings, the sadness, and all that they gave up, so that the curse would be kept secret. That's what she wanted to write about.
But she couldn't.
Because then Hatori would have to erase their memories, and she didn't want fro him to have to go through the trouble. And besides, Akito would be so angry.
She would have to write about something else, instead.
Her pencil tip touched the paper, around her, the other students where scribbling on their own papers. Well, a few where just talking to each other, and getting absolutely no work done at all, but most of them had at least /started/ to compose.
Kisa thought hard, what could she write about??
She didn't care about winning the prize, but she did want to complete something good so that her mother would be proud of her. She loved her mother so much, and she knew that she was loved back, but sometimes that love smothered her, and she wanted to escape. That was something she could write about, but writing about love would just lead to more teasing form the girls, and she already suffered enough.
The small tiger felt so lonely, once again she stood out, she was the only one now that wasn't writing, and what if she didn't get done? That would be horrible.
Kisa had no friends, no one like her, but wait....she did....She had Haru, and Hiro, and Momiji. They understood her. They loved her. And they cared. They cared about her. She knew that. /They/ were her friends.
***
You're...
My friend,
***
She wrote it down.
***
My companion,
Through good times and bad,
***
It was getting easier now.
***
My friend,
My buddy,
Through happy and sad,
Beside me you stand,
Beside me you walk,
You're there to listen,
You're there to talk,
***
Her heart pored out into these words.
***
With happiness, with smiles, With pain and tears, I know you'll be with me, Throughout the years. .
***
IT was finished, she had done it, Her amber eyes reviewed it all for mistakes.
***
You're...
My friend, My companion,
Through good times and bad,
My friend,
My buddy,
Through happy and sad,
Beside me you stand,
Beside me you walk,
You're there to listen,
You're there to talk,
With happiness, with smiles, With pain and tears, I know you'll be with me, Throughout the years. .
***
And found none; it was perfect. It was what she felt, and she could be proud of it.
"Time up!" The teacher called out, "Turn in your papers girls."
A few kids begged for a few more seconds, but the teacher insisted that it was time.
"Kisa, did you finish?" She asked kindly, perhaps trying to make up for the fiasco earlier.
Kisa nodded.
"That's great, good luck in the competition."
She smiled, trying very hard to ignore the dirty looks that spread around the room like wildfire.
"I bet mine was /so/ much better than hers!"
"Don't worry, Yuu, it was."
"You think?"
"Of course! /Anything/ is better than hers!"
"The teacher just feels sorry for her."
"Yeah."
They shot a look of pure disgust at her and gathered their books.
"Class dismissed."
~~~~~~~
Umm.so what do you think? I know that I haven't written in a Long time, but I was getting over someone really really flaming me (The story isn't on fanfiction.net) And a vacation too. But do you like this one? Should I finish it? Please please review....My self esteem is at zero right now...
Trembling slightly, Kisa pushed open the door. Whispers emerged from the classroom as she did, some of the girls stopped talking for a second to smirk at her, but then they all went back to talking amongst themselves once more.
Quickly she found her seat in the back and sat down, she had no one to talk to so the tiger just quietly sat there, dreading the day to begin.
"Good morning class." The teacher strode into the room, she shuffled some papers, then sat down.
The children chorused a 'Good morning' back at her.
"Okay everyone, partner up with someone now, we're going to do a project."
Kisa didn't even bother to try; she knew that even if she asked, she would only be scorned off quickly. Not all the girls in school had detested her in the beginning, but by and by the 'popular' kids, who hated her, had scared off the few that had even been slightly friendly.
"Does everyone have a partner now?" The teacher quickly scanned her eyes over the crowd of eager children, ready to learn. "Kisa, do you have one?"
She shook her head.
Some girl up front giggled, "Aww.....poor Kisa doesn't have a friend."
Someone else joined in, "Too bad. Little Kisa probably expected everyone to worship her before she came to school! Just because of that blonde hair!"
"And those eyes!"
"Well, we showed her! She isn't anything special."
"Except for special ed!"
They loved that, and laughed mercilessly at their joke until the teacher silenced them, "We'll just have to find you a partner then, shall we?"
::No:: she prayed ::please don't::
::Please don't force someone to be with me::
"How about you Hasano? You're always with Kimi, wouldn't you like to be with Kisa here for one project?"
Hisano shook her head violently, "No, I don't want to be with that snot, never in my whole life!"
Then she turned to Kimi and whispered something, they snickered at her joke.
Kisa turned her wide pleading eyes up front.
::Please don't do it anymore, none of them want to be with me. So please don't make them...::
The teacher looked defeated, "Okay, okay. Kisa, is it okay if you work by yourself?"
She nodded her head, silently.
"Alrigth then, this is what you're going to do. First get out a sheet of paper, regularly lined. Title it 'Poem' by 'your name' "
A couple of students groaned.
"It's just one, five stanzas long and about anything you like. As long as it's not violent or porn."
Giggles twittered around the room, it always happens in middle schools like this.
"Pay attention. Got it? Five stanzas long and about anything you like. Just no violence."
"Or porn!" Somebody piped up, sending off more giggles.
"Yes, yes." Said the teacher, sounding tired, "or porn."
"Now get to work. You have the rest of the class period, after everyone is finished they will be put on display in the library, and judged. The winner gets a prize."
"What is it?" asked a curious child.
"You'll see."
She grumbled, but didn't say anything.
"No more questions?"
"No!" They chorused, and got to work.
Kisa sat there, thinking. What should she write about? There where so many subjects that she could, but did she want them to be displayed? Because she wanted to write about her curse, she wanted to write about /all/ their curses, she wanted them to know, know about the sufferings, the sadness, and all that they gave up, so that the curse would be kept secret. That's what she wanted to write about.
But she couldn't.
Because then Hatori would have to erase their memories, and she didn't want fro him to have to go through the trouble. And besides, Akito would be so angry.
She would have to write about something else, instead.
Her pencil tip touched the paper, around her, the other students where scribbling on their own papers. Well, a few where just talking to each other, and getting absolutely no work done at all, but most of them had at least /started/ to compose.
Kisa thought hard, what could she write about??
She didn't care about winning the prize, but she did want to complete something good so that her mother would be proud of her. She loved her mother so much, and she knew that she was loved back, but sometimes that love smothered her, and she wanted to escape. That was something she could write about, but writing about love would just lead to more teasing form the girls, and she already suffered enough.
The small tiger felt so lonely, once again she stood out, she was the only one now that wasn't writing, and what if she didn't get done? That would be horrible.
Kisa had no friends, no one like her, but wait....she did....She had Haru, and Hiro, and Momiji. They understood her. They loved her. And they cared. They cared about her. She knew that. /They/ were her friends.
***
You're...
My friend,
***
She wrote it down.
***
My companion,
Through good times and bad,
***
It was getting easier now.
***
My friend,
My buddy,
Through happy and sad,
Beside me you stand,
Beside me you walk,
You're there to listen,
You're there to talk,
***
Her heart pored out into these words.
***
With happiness, with smiles, With pain and tears, I know you'll be with me, Throughout the years. .
***
IT was finished, she had done it, Her amber eyes reviewed it all for mistakes.
***
You're...
My friend, My companion,
Through good times and bad,
My friend,
My buddy,
Through happy and sad,
Beside me you stand,
Beside me you walk,
You're there to listen,
You're there to talk,
With happiness, with smiles, With pain and tears, I know you'll be with me, Throughout the years. .
***
And found none; it was perfect. It was what she felt, and she could be proud of it.
"Time up!" The teacher called out, "Turn in your papers girls."
A few kids begged for a few more seconds, but the teacher insisted that it was time.
"Kisa, did you finish?" She asked kindly, perhaps trying to make up for the fiasco earlier.
Kisa nodded.
"That's great, good luck in the competition."
She smiled, trying very hard to ignore the dirty looks that spread around the room like wildfire.
"I bet mine was /so/ much better than hers!"
"Don't worry, Yuu, it was."
"You think?"
"Of course! /Anything/ is better than hers!"
"The teacher just feels sorry for her."
"Yeah."
They shot a look of pure disgust at her and gathered their books.
"Class dismissed."
~~~~~~~
Umm.so what do you think? I know that I haven't written in a Long time, but I was getting over someone really really flaming me (The story isn't on fanfiction.net) And a vacation too. But do you like this one? Should I finish it? Please please review....My self esteem is at zero right now...