There's a story of a girl...
Nobody knows.
Not even her step-sister.
Every day... After the sunset... She disappears.
Nobody knows why.
Or how.
It's a mystery.
She's a living mystery.
Keeping to herself... No wonder she has no friends.
But maybe someday.
One might befriend her.
Or maybe more than one.
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She was placed on a team with losers/ At least that's what she says.
So she was never friends with them. She also claimed they were sexist due to the fact that she was the only female on the team.
She ended up despising any and every men.
And yet when you're just about to figure her out...
She does something different.
Completely different.
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On her birthday is when the event had been dated.
After that day, she stopped pulling her disappearing act.
The reason being is this:
She has got a secret admirer.
A bouquet of flowers, lilies to be exact, and a letter signed anonymously.
She wanted to know who wrote it, and who was this confidential boy in love with a girl like her.
But... Who would possibly know the date of her birth?
According to her, her step-sister would brag to her friends about her "cute, little sister" as she puts it.
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She had no other choice but to communicate with all of her step-sister's comrades.
And of course...
She had to befriend each and every one of them.
Even the stubborn ones as well.
None of them had appeared as if to be the one who wrote the note.
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A few weeks breezed by without warning and the mission; failed.
Valentine's Day was just around the corner and yet to come, too. And so...
Yet another mission was born.
She'd send a rose to every male friend. That way she'd know who was the Admirer on St. White's Day.
This time, mission; failed once again. The Admirer gave her a white ribbon, yes, but indirectly.
"Why must love be so complicated and troublesome?"
Neither did the other know, they both spoke the same exact words.
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A week passed by and she couldn't take it anymore. She did have a certain interest in one boy... She vowed to tell him, but she was unsure whether or not if she should.
The next day, she had finally brought up the courage to tell him.
Shikamaru.
Turns out, he was the secret admirer.
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And this story is about a girl...
And that girl is me, Ayame Hoshino.
[FIN.]
Results? Please?? I beg. >>
This also just came to my mind. I really started it out with a completely different idea, and ended in a completely different idea. But I think it actually came out good.
