Another boring day.
Another boring class.
A paper between them.
A penciled ' o '.
A penciled ' x '.
A hiss of defeat.
A smirk of victory.
He wondered why he always lost.
She didn't care that she always won.
Prisms
By: lilumvallis
Glass on strings, hovering, wavering. Slicing the air with rainbows and different perspectives. Not to mention what really happened.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Sabrina G., Puck - Chapters: 16 - Words: 2,207 - Reviews: 70 - Favs: 25 - Follows: 25 - Updated: Jul 23, 2012 - Published: Dec 21, 2010 - id: 6576146
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