A Sweet Little Angel

Chapter 3

~Akira's POV~

"Then, this question . . ."

Ah, yes. Math. My second best subject.

The teacher called up Kashino and Ichigo to go up and solve a problem.

Then we moved on to French. This will probably be my best subject. I mean, it has to be, I've lived in France for almost my whole life besides the times I had traveled around with Henri.

I'm also fluent enough with a few more languages.

Once we were done with French, we went on to chemistry, and sadly, Ichigo had done bad in each of those classes.

Finally, we moved on to our flower arrangement class.

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"When you all make sweets, what do you think of?"

"For me it's . . . the one who makes sweets enjoys the process, and those who eat them are happy too. That'll be great," Ichigo said out loud.

She then noticed her accident and looks back down at her lap, embarrassed.

"You're right. It's the same with flowers. If you enjoy making the arrangements, the flowers will shine vividly. And those who see it will be pleased. So don't worry if you're good or bad at it, let's have fun arranging flowers," commented Hanabusa's mother.

"Yes!"

Everyone had then begun to arrange the flowers they had flower to their own taste until they had felt that their creation was complete.

Once most of the class had completed their arrangements, Hanabusa's mother had passed by the students who had completed the assignment and had commented on each one, taking longer with Ichigo's.
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Once the class was done, each student had gone either back to their dorm room or were hanging out with their friends.

Ichigo had gone with Yumi while I had gone into the room I had shared with Mari, although it was originally her own room.

"Mari, are you here?"

Quietly walking into the room, I had stopped a few feet away from my own room that I had used to see if Mari was here or if she was out.

"I'm here," Mari's calm voice could be heard from her room,"How's your day been so far?"

'Ah, so she is here.'

"Good," I responded back to her question, walking into my room, making a beeline for the bed.

Falling on the plush bed, face first, I let out a long, exhausted sigh.

"Akira, are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine Sugar, just tired."

"How exactly can you be tired when you haven't done anything," the Sweets Spirit had questioned the girl, livid at how she was acting.

"I did. I went to school and took all those classes."

"Those classes are needed for you to stay at this school," the poor spirit was getting anxious of the thought where Akira would have to go back to France where Henri would be there to give her the scolding of her life.