A quiet voice, hardly heard beyond the white noise in the background, she filled a notebook page with writing, always writing with a pencil—although her eraser sat lonely in the corner of the table, unused and unnecessary.
After finishing the page, she looked back at previously filled pages; she would need a new spiral soon. They were like little blooming flowers, but instead of colorful petals, there were busy paragraphs, and instead of nectar, there were, as she thought, at least somewhat beautiful words and lines.
"Let me see!" Eva, her sister, said, grabbing the notebook, energetically, but perhaps a bit too excitedly. But she still let her sister and her friend, Rachel read the page, as she secretly smiled to herself.
She watched the pair read, and saw their faces change expression, slowly from excitement to confusion then to glee. Her heart thumped in her chest; would they like it? Hopefully they liked the main characters' names.
"Yay! You wrote about us!" Rachel giggled. "Even about the faries and the hobgoblins!"
"We asked her too!" Eva said. Then after reading a bit longer. "Oh my God! Why did you make us do that?"
"You told me to." she said, a bit nettled. She slid back into her chair, arms crossed, wearing more boyish cloths than girlish.
Her name was Danielle. She knew school was about to start. She knew most of Naruto manga. She knew that she didn't know anything about junior high school.
"This Shuriken doesn't have a hole in the middle." she stated, showing me a four-pointed origami figure, looking into my eyes to see whether she should smile or not.
"Cool," I reply blandly. It's too late, but before I know it, she has walked off, a little more upset than she'll show on her face. No smile. She just walked away, shoulder-length hair flipping around her back.
An hour later, she was watching Naruto episodes on my laptop. Then realizing that her notebook was vulnerable to others, she quickly ran to her seat, took it and came back, hugging it tightly to her chest.
He was pretty, although, to me, not particularly spectacular. However, there was something about her, like a cliche in a good book, that made her stand out even though she seemed so normal. Whether it was that strange chant she made her sister sing for me, or the fact that she responded with "Negi Hyuga" when I asked for her name, there was something mysterious about her, making her seem so much more interesting than any of the Naruto characters. In fact, if anything, I was certain that her story was more beautiful and amazing than any manga at all.
It's just that I'll never see her again.
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