Suddenly,"Ikuto!" I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and there he is, my friend, Sagimaya Sataro, another poet.
"Hi Sataro,"I greeted him.It was great that at least I know one of my classmate.
"Hi Sataro,"I greeted him. It was great that at least I know one of my classmate.
"What were you looking at ?" asked Sataro slyly. Why,oh why does he have such good observation skill and curiosity.
"None of your busines, Sataro," I shove him away, hiding my blushing face. I did not know why I was blushing, but I certainly know I don't want Sataro to know, to prevent any misunderstanding.
"Really?" asked Sataro, still trying to make me spill my 'secrets'.
"Back off Sataro!" I barked at Sataro, "Don't make me get angry on the first day."
"Alright, alright. Chill down man," said Sataro, backing off. "I'll make you angry tomorrow." I dramaticly roll my eyes. He really did make it a hobby to make me mad.
"Come on," said Sataro anxiously, " We're going to be late."
I raise my eyebrow."Since when are you anxious to go to class." It was surprising because Sataro never likes to go to school and skips class whenever he could. And I was the one who always followed him. But, he always gets scolded by our teacher and not me.(I'm always the top ten in my whole grade).
"Helloooo, Sakura Academy of Arts?" Heiji said rolling his eyes, his face saying 'are you being stupid?'.
"So?"
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Yamamoto Yoko