I see her every day on the way to school. She always look so serene, with her blonde hair caught lightly in the breeze.
She never spoke, though my gut always told me her voice would be as angelic as her face, and her words as warm as a summer's day.
It was nearing winter when I first heard her talk; "Yoh, you slacker, get back to work, before I double your training!" startled at the volume and harshness, I let out a yelp. "What are you looking at, four eyes?"
I guess sometimes your gut feelings can be wrong.