"Dandelions" explores the challenges that come with vulnerability and the fear of letting go. Like dandelions that sway in the wind, their relationship is delicate, and their insecurities threaten to scatter their love to the winds.
Karate Kid Fanfic
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It had already been 30 minutes since the lesson began, and to my dismay, this jerk continued to annoy me by hurling insults about my appearance and making racial slurs.
"You're so ugly," he mumbled under his breath, and I couldn't help but hiss back, "I'm not a mirror!" I protested, but his response was only a smug smirk as he proceeded to tug on my hair.
Seeking solace, I closed my eyes and tried to relax. In a moment of defiance, I whispered with a mischievous smirk, "Watch me." The jerk looked at me dumbfounded, not knowing what to expect.
Before long, I saw an opportunity to turn the tables. With a fake innocence in my voice, I raised my hand and addressed our teacher.
"Mrs. Cheng, I must report that this person has been harassing me throughout the class, whispering about how gorgeous I am."
The jerk interjected, "Hey! You liar, I didn't!" He glared at me, while our classmates gasped, their attention now fully diverted.
With a slight pout, I responded, "Oh yeah! Then why are you tugging my hair? It seems like you're desperate for my attention, which is highly inappropriate since I'm trying to concentrate on the class." I directed my innocent gaze towards our teacher, hoping for some support.
"She's lying!" he exclaimed, raising his voice even louder, hoping to gain sympathy. However, his outburst only backfired as our classmates began to mock him, realizing the truth of his actions. Even his own friends appeared surprised at his behavior.
Mrs. Cheng, our teacher, had finally had enough. With a stern look, she intervened, addressing the whole class, "Cheng, 如果你喜欢 [Name]，你可以稍后再打扰她，而不是在我的课堂上"
(Cheng, if you like [Name], you can bother her later, not in my classroom). Her words carried a sense of authority and reprimand.
"But she's lying!" he protested, unable to accept defeat. The teacher shot him a piercing glare, silencing him in an instant.
The room fell into an uneasy silence, as his misguided attempts to defend himself crumbled under the eight of his actions.
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