She saw the steam arising from the bowl of soup before her, the fog pouring from the green
and yellow bowl.
The past haunted her.
Placing down her old, torn blue notepad which held her hole lifes story, she picked up her
favorite pink chopsticks that were floating in the noodle soup bowl, and placed them to her
lips.
She was a girl. No, not a girl. A duck, never to be faited with her one true love. For if she
ever confessed her undieing love for the one special person, she would disapear forever, and
thus, she kept her true feelings in a book. A simple book, that held so much.
A speck of light. What then? She didn't know. She didn't want to know. All she could do is
write. Write and tell of her stories, of what her notebook held. So that's what she did.
She started writing.
Picking the tattered notebook up again, she poked the black feather into a pool of ink, and
placed it to the pad. A crows feather.
Smiling to herself, she knew where she would start her story today. She knew what she wanted
to tell about. So that is where she began.
Sunshine poured over the entire school like water. Beautiful, golden water, wrapping
it's clean warmth over the grass and clocktower. In the silence of such a gorgeous place,
you could hear a scream being heard. A scream like no other, a scream from a very special girl.
Or more like, a very special duck.
"AAH! I'm late AGAIN! Gotta hurry gotta hurry gotta hurry..." A very familiar pink haired
girl panicked and ran across the main sidewalk way, past the fountain, and into the wooden
doors that lead to the school.
"Ahiro, hurry! Your going to be late again!" Said a blond, pigtailed young girl dressed
in a red ballerina dress, with matching tights and black balle shoes.
"I know, I know! Hold on!" With a piece of bread in her mouth, young duck managed to run and
get her matching right black ballerina shoe on, whilst tying it and opening the door with her
blond and other pink haired friend. "Just in time." you could hear Ririe shriek while
holding onto young Duck's arm.
"Ya. Just in time." And thus started another day for Duck.
Well, just tell me how you thought it was, cause I dunno if I'm gonna continue it.. I'm not the best writer in the world. Even if it does bad in the hole reviews section, I'm gonna probably get the story going and put another chapter or two, and see if it gets better. I honestly just have no idea what to write about, any ideas? I'll pretty much write abotu anything. I think I'm gonna start up some story whioch involves someone with a heroin addiction. it was gonna be this one... But I couldn't see Duck doing drugs.