Part 2.

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                            I walked through the forest as my bare skin met the thorns of the bushes. I could feel the cuts start to form on my skin. When I finally arrived at the place I wanted to be, I quietly laid down on the grass. I looked above the sky as I watched clouds moving through the sky without any hesitation. I looked at one special cloud, a heart shape cloud. I got out my journal as I drew the scenery around me. It was just so unreal to have this kind of beauty around us, yet we destroy it from the things we usually don't need.

                            Suddenly I was startled of the noise that came from the bushes. I quickly got the things that was near or close to me, a small pebble.
"Anyone there, come out." I said as I threw a small pebble at the bush. I heard a painful groan from the brush that I threw a small pebble at.
Someone got out of the bush, it was a boy in my age. He was quite tall, he had brown messy hair, ocean green eyes, and a charming smile.

                          He waved at me nervously, "I'm sorry to scare you, my apologies." He said as he brushes off the dust and dirt from his clothes.
I gave him a smile gentle smile, "It's no big deal." I said.
"I'm Makoto. I haven't seen you around. Are you new here?" He asked me.
I nodded my head, "My mother and I moved here recently." I said as I took my eyes off of my journal as my eyes met his heart warming smile, "You're good at drawing." He said.
I smiled at him, "Thanks."
He scratched the back of his head, "I haven't gotten your name yet." He said.
"Well, I'll tell you when we meet again." I said as I got up.
He gently grabbed my hand, "When is that?" He asked me. I thought about it for a moment.
I chuckle at him, "When we meet again." I said as he let go of my hand.
I started to leave, I glance back at him one last time. He was still starring at me.
His cheek was a dark shade of red, "I can't wait for the day we meet again!" He yelled trying to hide his face from embarrassment.
I laughed, "Me either." I yelled back at him.

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