yesterday, i was walking down the hallway when i saw her walk out a clubroom.
an abandoned clubroom.
i shouldn't think too much of it, though.
she turned around with a smile, walked towards me, and started talking to me.
to me.
i then heard a noise from the clubroom.
she said that some of her supplies must have fell over and that i should go home because my parents might worry about me.
worry...
...
she then waved goodbye to me.
as i saw her walk back into the clubroom, i saw something on her hands.
some sort of dark liquid.
come to think of it, i saw something similar on her hands the other day we coincidentally met and walked to school together.
I shouldn't think too much of it.
Never again should I question what she does,
my beautiful angelic doll.
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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...
