yesterday, i got to class before her.
she came late because it was her turn for morning announcements.
we were in the middle of a lesson when she asked me a question.
she asked me a question.
my heart stopped.
i stuttered a bit, but answered her question.
she laughed, and said that i was cute.
i then felt my face turn red.
after that, we didn't see each other for the rest of the day.
i wanted to hear that sweet, angelic voice again.
only for myself.
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Pretty Porcelain Doll: Ryoko-San
Short StoryMuga Hiro is a 16 year old boy that is not very interested in school. He often zones out in class, not listening to the lessons. Recently, he has started to talk to a girl who transferred into his class not too long ago. But she seems quite strange...
