Unspoken Words

People say that there is nothing that hurts more than unspoken words, especially confessions. Confessions of love.

My name is Madeline Cameron. Your average eigth grader. Thirteen years old. Average height of 4'11. Light brown hair color. Green eyes. But the not so average part about me is that I go to Sakura High School.

Sakura high school is a prestigious private school. Where 'the rich kids' go to school. But not everyone in this is school is a rich kid, just like me an everage kid. My family isn't poor nor is it rich. It somewhere in the middle. The school isn't very well known, which I guess is a good thing. The school, has great facilities, but I have to say that its best 'facility' is the Sakura tree hidden in the school's garden.

Students go there to study, but we all know what its purpose nowadays is. Its the new place where a guy asks a girl out. The place where they would have their first date, and their last kiss on their graduation day. 

I find it stupid really. They just turned it into another couple's corner. I mean, how could they?!? Oh, I don't even want to tell you what uperclassmen do under that tree during night time when only five people are left in the school.

How do I know all of this happen under that tree? Simple, the Sakura tree is my safe haven. That sakura tree is where I wait for mum and dad to pick me up. I don't like going home alone. And my two best friend, Caroline Blake and Jennifer Alysson, live very far away from my house.

There's a legend though. Or a tradition as some might call it. 

They say that before you gradute or finally leave the school for good, something will happen to you. Under the Sakura tree. As in everyone has a special event in their life that involved that tree.

Read to find out what's my story. 

My story is about a confession and maybe something about unspoken words.