"Why can't I get you out of my head," she cried softly, as her long apricot hair fell softly over her face. She closed her eyes and clutched her locket firmly in her palm, and then tucked it back into her red and black duellist uniform.
Juri slowly opened her eyes to find a tall violet headed beauty starting down at her like a vulture.
"Why don't you get over him already, Juri. He doesn't love you." Shiori smiled slowly, and tilted her head down, glancing up, to let her deep purple eyes pierce through Juri's very being.
"Shiori you don't know what you're talking about. Stop presuming you know what goes on in my head. You don't know the half of it." And with that, Juri swiveled on her left heel and gracefully headed towards the classroom door.
"Wait," Shiori stammered and stepped forward toward her oldest friend.
Juri didn't pause for a moment, and trotted out the door like no one's business.
Juri slowly opened her eyes to find a tall violet headed beauty starting down at her like a vulture.
"Why don't you get over him already, Juri. He doesn't love you." Shiori smiled slowly, and tilted her head down, glancing up, to let her deep purple eyes pierce through Juri's very being.
"Shiori you don't know what you're talking about. Stop presuming you know what goes on in my head. You don't know the half of it." And with that, Juri swiveled on her left heel and gracefully headed towards the classroom door.
"Wait," Shiori stammered and stepped forward toward her oldest friend.
Juri didn't pause for a moment, and trotted out the door like no one's business.
