A/V: WHAT'S UP MY FANFICTION READERS!? Did ya miss me? c; I know, I know, I know don't hate me, even though it has been over 2 months since I uploaded to this site... Sorry, but life ad school happens and recently, I have been too heartbroken to write without someone in my story committing suicide :P So anyway, hope you enjoy tonight's triple updates ad some of the ew writing tips I have picked up!

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Recap: Saya met Solomon though a series of notes during first period.

Story (Finally): Saya POV

I looked around again. I was in second period now a, calculus and algebra, but I was still sitting in the back of the classroom. Hai was sitting next to me by the window and Solomon was northeast to me. I took out my dividers ad labeled them as specified on the board. The teacher, Mrs. Rūtovihhi, was tall, and slender, with pigtails that were slightly curling, falling at around shoulder length. She had a small waist and somewhat exaggerated curves and she wore very old-fashioned clothes. Not to the point of where they looked like a grandma's clothes, but to the point where you could transport back into time into the sixties and still look fantabulous and in-style.

"Hello class! My name is Feli Rūtovihhi! I am 28 years old and I just recently finished college. I am married to Ludwig Rūtovihhi, who will be in here on Mondays and Fridays to help you guys out with anything you may be having trouble studying or anything else that you may find a bit difficult or challenging that you still don't quite understand. Ludwig will also be my substitute if I am ever sic or am unable to come into work. Now that we have that established, any questions?" said Mrs. Rūtovihhi, flashing the whole class a bright and brilliant, pearly white smile.

Solomon raised his had.

"Erm-yes, young man?" said Mrs. Rūtovihhi, pointing t Solomon with a long, slender finger.

"How do you pronounce your name?" said Solomon, looking a bit confused.

"You know what? You all can call me by Feli, Misses or Mrs. A. Is that okay?" she said, and smiled again. She turned around and picked up a piece of chalk and doodled a very in-detail drawing of a large plate of pasta, almost drooling.

I like this teacher! She is really nice and very pretty. I thought, as I pulled out 2 packs of paper to put in between the dividers that I had placed inside of my 3-ring binder. I divided one of the packs of paper into around the point where 1/2 would be, and the put the miniature stacks of paper under 2 dividers. I did this with the other pack ad then after no time at all, had all my sections filled with paper that may, or may not, be needed in the future. Finally, Feli made a high-pitched noise on a recorder that was randomly on her desk and the room got quiet. "That,", she said while raising another long finger to point at the bright red instrument, "Is how I will be getting your attention from now until the end of the semester when my husband and I switch up places." She said, and got up from her seat that she had covered in ribbons and other materials at her desk.

"You all have competed the task that is needed t be done for this period, and quietly, I might add." She smiled again, and I noticed that her eyes haven't opened once since the period started. Isn't it hard to see with your eyes closed? I thought, bt before I could continued thinking, she continued to speak with a cool and smooth voice.

"As a reward," she said, putting emphasis on the word 'As', "You are free to talk amongst yourselves but no louder than the following volume." She said, as she made her way back to her desk with the bright red recorder on it. She picked up the instrument and tooted a note that was at a moderate volume, and the chatter began. "You all have...", said Mrs. R as she looked at the clock, "12 minutes. Have fun!" She said as she settled back into her seat. She picked up a large book entitled, The Dead Beautiful Series by Yvonne Woon. She was around the middle of it and as she read, she had a slight blush upon her cheeks.

I sat quietly, until I felt a pat on my right shoulder. I turned my head slightly, seeing that Solomon had moved over to the empty desk right beside me without a sound. The sunlight caught his eyes and I could almost swear that his eyes looked like an old dream that I remember having around the time that I was 10, or maybe 11 or 12.

Solomon interrupted my train of thought and attempts to remember details of my dream by speaking. His voice echoed in my head and his words distorted into something that sounded as if he were saying, "I love you."

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" I said, rubbing my temples. "I was almost asleep." I lied.

"I Said, I will bet 10 thousand million yen that you do not remember me." said Solomon, with a slight grin spreading across his face.

Right then, I remembered my dream.

I was around the age of 10, laying down in a grassy field, looking up at the sky, rapidly moving with clouds surfing across the sky and the light-blue canvas all the white puffs were painted on was beginning to darken. Solomon appeared in front of me, and looked down at my teared and crying face.

"What is wrong, Saya?"

I began to cry harder, and sat up.

I said, "Am I pretty?"

"Yes, Saya. You are the prettiest, most amazing girl that I have ever met."

"No... I am not. Being pretty is a gift that only few have. It is really rare that you see someone that is truly pretty." I said, as a tear lightly rolled down my face.

Solomon's face twisted into some sort of mix between worry, and sadness. "If that is true, the what is pretty, Saya?" he said, and put his hand on my back after sitting next to me on the ground.

"i was raised under the impression that being pretty is when you have lush and long hair with long legs, with no marks or abnormalities on them. all of this time that I was raised, I was called pretty, but only on the inside. Nice, sweet, kind." I said, and rubbed my eyes. "And I was happy, no ecstatic, over being called pretty. And beautiful. But when I started going to school, all the kids called me ugly and awkward looking. It killed me, knowing that my family had lied. That I was't pretty. I was ugly. I came home crying one day, and told my dad everything. That all the kids in class called me ugly, and awkward, disgusting, revolting..." I said and looked up at Solomon.

"And what did he tell you?" he said, and put his head to mine.

I closed my eyes. "He said to me, 'forget about it and be happy.' I couldn't help but think, 'what is the point of being happy, when you cant be pretty?'"

And then I woke up.

So? how was it? (okay, i know I said that there would be a triple update, but this was 3 chapters in one, and plus I gotta go to bed soon.)
I'm open to comments, suggestion and constructive criticism is a definite must! If there is something wrong here, please, please, please, PLEASE, tell me! Hope you guys liked it! 3

Ciao!~~~~~~~~SpainDeBoss