[Roll]

[[[On a side note, you may or may not wish for me to be in this, and I will be more than happy to delete this post and resign from this story if asked to. This would be my first time writing in a contemporary style.]]]

On the roof of the school of Rauchelia Junior High, it was very relaxing and calm. There was no hustle and bustle of students moving around in the hallways, nor were any of the teachers there to pester anyone. She was very comfortable there, the brown haired girl finally concluded. The girl was sitting on the school roof top, staring down at a piece of paper while making marks slowly onto it. Her short hair fell past her cheek, and moved slowly with the wind. Her vast, golden eyes shone brightly in the sunlight while they surveyed her clothing again. Her shirt was still intact, and had not even a single wrinkle, while her shorts were nice and loose toward the end, and her shoes were also comfy. She could not be any happier at this moment, when she wasn't being bothered by anyone at all.

This was perhaps her favorite class of all: Art. Where she could be free to move about the campus and draw, or paint, or anything art-related without being persecuted for it. She lay on her stomach, and took her pencil board and paper, and began to continue her drawing. After a few lines, it began to look like a person, and after a few more lines, the person sat down in a chair. After many minutes, the person was sitting down in a chair, wearing a nice, daytime dress. Countless moments later, the person was now a woman, sitting in an elegant, wooden chair, next to an equally elegant wooden table, which resided in a flower garden, while she wore a beautiful dress with small sleeves. She sighed happily upon her happy picture, and continued to mark upon it carefully.

However, the girl realized that she must have been on the roof for quite some time now, and she went into her nearby bag to look at her small, yet cute, frog-shaped clock. She was surprised to see that the time read 12:10 pm. She, however, didn't bother to try and pack up her stuff so quickly. Instead, she went back to her drawing and wrote something very softly and quickly. It was her signature, which read Sayuri Hanagoori. Afterward, she stuck the drawing into her folder with the rest of her drawings, and she got up with all of her things in her arms. But then, something caught her eye, and she ran towards a tree top that held a small nest of baby blue birds. Her eyes sparkled at the adorable bundles of life, as a door opened on the small house like building that was the stairs. Hearing this, she quickly spun herself behind that mini-building and hid carefully so that she could still see whoever it was without actually being seen.
A sweet voice whispered idley. "Is that Zangief Minhi?"
She brushed her bangs a bit, and continued to watch carefully...



Edited By Roll on Feb. 24 2004 at 17:23