Confessions of a new love involving scissors.
Today I had a second year come up and ask me out. I did not answer with a yes or no, but I asked to see the contents of his pencil case. He complied and I took a peak. It was amazing; there were not one, but two pairs of scissors. I felt like hugging him, but I decided to simply giving him a handshake as to not tarnish the Akashi name by displaying random affection to strangers in public. I took his scissors, claiming that in order for us to be together, I would need to have his scissors. We went out for two weeks before he revealed that he and his family were moving away and that it was over between us. Was I sad? Or course! He liked scissors; not as much as I did though, that's impossible. On his last day, we shared a kiss after school. He placed a bag in my hand and then left, leaving me all alone. I looked inside the bag and deduced that this was the best day of my life. Who needs someone to love you when you have a WHOLE bag of scissors?! Right now, I'm still trying to decide where to put them. I'm really just considering buying nice of those storage units to store all of my scissors. Yes, I think that is a very good idea...