Locker, Uniform, & Classroom
Hello my lovelies! Did I mention this was my favourite season EVER? Why, yes, I've dubbed July/August "U/M Anniversary Season", and it trumps Halloween AND Christmas. (I'm only half-crazy, I promise. One of the side effects of being a fangirl.)
My writing goal this year is to write "classic" drabbles -- i.e. 100 words each! Wish me luck! ♥
Locker
The coast was clear.
Usagi clutched the envelope tighter and scurried ahead.
Something slammed into Usagi. She flew forward, crashing into his locker-and then she was shoved onto the ground.
“Gotta be quicker than that.”
Usagi struggled to focus. “What?”
The girl was bent over a calendar stuck to the locker, on which she made a slash through four lines. “Chiba-san accepts a maximum of five love letters a day.”
“He gets five love letters a day?”
“He throws out the rest.”
Usagi rose to her feet, tore up her envelope into shreds and stomped out of the school.
Uniform
“Armani has offered to make our favourite masked-hero a new tuxedo. Gucci’s also in the race-with promises of an entire line. TNN’s Nazuka Miri has the story.”
Usagi turned away from the TV in disgust. “Unbelievable.”
“What’s the problem now, Odango?”
“The problem?! The problem is that Kamen swishes his fancy cape and he has brand-name uniforms coming in from all over the world! But does Prada offer to make Sailor Moon a new skirt? No!”
“Didn’t know Sailor Moon was so worried about brand names.”
Usagi flushed. “She’s not.”
“Didn’t know you knew so much about her, either.”
Classroom
His classroom was the park.
It was the arcade. It was the Tokyo streets, where youma always struck.
His classrooms taught him courage, instilled him with strength, showed him how to follow his gut.
They taught him fear.
He had never felt such fear. Fear that leeched into his marrow, fear that choked off his throat and pressed against his lungs, fear that this was it, this day would be the last, her last-
And when her blue eyes finally opened and the relief swept over him, he realized his classrooms hadn’t taught him fear.
They had taught him love.
Also, if you have a moment, please give me constructive criticism. I really don't get it enough, and I will love you forever if you do. <3333 (You can be harsh; I can take it! Really!)
My writing goal this year is to write "classic" drabbles -- i.e. 100 words each! Wish me luck! ♥
Locker
The coast was clear.
Usagi clutched the envelope tighter and scurried ahead.
Something slammed into Usagi. She flew forward, crashing into his locker-and then she was shoved onto the ground.
“Gotta be quicker than that.”
Usagi struggled to focus. “What?”
The girl was bent over a calendar stuck to the locker, on which she made a slash through four lines. “Chiba-san accepts a maximum of five love letters a day.”
“He gets five love letters a day?”
“He throws out the rest.”
Usagi rose to her feet, tore up her envelope into shreds and stomped out of the school.
Uniform
“Armani has offered to make our favourite masked-hero a new tuxedo. Gucci’s also in the race-with promises of an entire line. TNN’s Nazuka Miri has the story.”
Usagi turned away from the TV in disgust. “Unbelievable.”
“What’s the problem now, Odango?”
“The problem?! The problem is that Kamen swishes his fancy cape and he has brand-name uniforms coming in from all over the world! But does Prada offer to make Sailor Moon a new skirt? No!”
“Didn’t know Sailor Moon was so worried about brand names.”
Usagi flushed. “She’s not.”
“Didn’t know you knew so much about her, either.”
Classroom
His classroom was the park.
It was the arcade. It was the Tokyo streets, where youma always struck.
His classrooms taught him courage, instilled him with strength, showed him how to follow his gut.
They taught him fear.
He had never felt such fear. Fear that leeched into his marrow, fear that choked off his throat and pressed against his lungs, fear that this was it, this day would be the last, her last-
And when her blue eyes finally opened and the relief swept over him, he realized his classrooms hadn’t taught him fear.
They had taught him love.
Also, if you have a moment, please give me constructive criticism. I really don't get it enough, and I will love you forever if you do. <3333 (You can be harsh; I can take it! Really!)