A Bleeding Heart
Sakura Avalon walked into the classroom and gently set her backpack down on her desk.
"Good morning!" Sakura greeted cheerily.
"Good morning Sakura," her best friend Madison replied.
"Good morning Sakura. Good morning Madison," Li Shouron said quietly, flashing a small grin at them.
Mr. Turada strode into the room, carrying his files and books under his arm. He walked behind his desk and set his documents onto his crowded desk.
"Thank you for the apple Meilin," he said smiling.
Meilin grinned and shifted in her seat so she was sitting straight, tall and proud. Li glanced at her and sighed silently. Sakura and Madison just smiled back to Meilin.
As everyone was writing their autobiographies, Sakura's eyes drifted along the room and came to rest on Li, busily writing his assignment with his head down and his brown hair almost touching the page. His amber eyes were fixed upon his paper, although he could feel the heat of Sakura's stare.
Sakura's eyes drifted over to Madison, who was on her thirty-seventh page. Her pale hands nimbly wrote neatly across the paper, finishing her sheet in less than five minutes. Her long dark hair was braided and set aside over her shoulder. She continued to write, her pencil slipping across the page easily.
Finally, Sakura's gaze was set on Meilin. Her black hair was in their usual pig-tail buns, and she was chewing softly on her pencil eraser, thinking of what to write. Her burgundy eyes were staring into space, as if imagining something bliss and beautiful.
I wonder what she's thinking, Sakura whispered to herself. She glanced over at Li's paper. He was almost finished. She couldn't help but read his words off the paper.
My name is Li Shouron. I was transferred here from China this year. My birthday is tomorrow, June twenty-fourth. School will almost be over by then and I can just go home to visit my mother until next year.
Sakura tore her eyes away from Li's page and looked resentfully down at her own. She hadn't written a single word and time was almost up. She picked up her pencil, laid it upon the paper and dragged her hand as quickly as possible across the page, forming her words hap-hazardly on the sheet. The once blank piece of paper was soon filled with Sakura's messy hand-writing.
Sakura Avalon walked into the classroom and gently set her backpack down on her desk.
"Good morning!" Sakura greeted cheerily.
"Good morning Sakura," her best friend Madison replied.
"Good morning Sakura. Good morning Madison," Li Shouron said quietly, flashing a small grin at them.
Mr. Turada strode into the room, carrying his files and books under his arm. He walked behind his desk and set his documents onto his crowded desk.
"Thank you for the apple Meilin," he said smiling.
Meilin grinned and shifted in her seat so she was sitting straight, tall and proud. Li glanced at her and sighed silently. Sakura and Madison just smiled back to Meilin.
As everyone was writing their autobiographies, Sakura's eyes drifted along the room and came to rest on Li, busily writing his assignment with his head down and his brown hair almost touching the page. His amber eyes were fixed upon his paper, although he could feel the heat of Sakura's stare.
Sakura's eyes drifted over to Madison, who was on her thirty-seventh page. Her pale hands nimbly wrote neatly across the paper, finishing her sheet in less than five minutes. Her long dark hair was braided and set aside over her shoulder. She continued to write, her pencil slipping across the page easily.
Finally, Sakura's gaze was set on Meilin. Her black hair was in their usual pig-tail buns, and she was chewing softly on her pencil eraser, thinking of what to write. Her burgundy eyes were staring into space, as if imagining something bliss and beautiful.
I wonder what she's thinking, Sakura whispered to herself. She glanced over at Li's paper. He was almost finished. She couldn't help but read his words off the paper.
My name is Li Shouron. I was transferred here from China this year. My birthday is tomorrow, June twenty-fourth. School will almost be over by then and I can just go home to visit my mother until next year.
Sakura tore her eyes away from Li's page and looked resentfully down at her own. She hadn't written a single word and time was almost up. She picked up her pencil, laid it upon the paper and dragged her hand as quickly as possible across the page, forming her words hap-hazardly on the sheet. The once blank piece of paper was soon filled with Sakura's messy hand-writing.