"Ma! I'm leaving!" i say as I dash out the door. My name is Shima Hiyazaki, a seventh grader. My friend since childhood, Aki, was waiting outside. "Wow Shima, your finally on time." She says, yawning and clawing her fingers into her thick baby blue mo-styled hairdo. I blush, embarrassed. "Sh.. Shush it!"
Usually I'm the quiet cool type. Especially in school. But theres something missing. Should I.. Change? No, its too hard to change into someone that isn't truly you.. Is it? Well, these thoughts always rush through my head like the blood in my veins. "...Shima? Shiiiimaa! Shima-chan!" I snap...
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