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Secret - Chapter 2
'It was an average day. Akio was walking home. He got home, and started to walk in when a girl had startled him. Apparently she had followed him the whole way. "Is this your house?" She asked, a disappointed look on her face. "O- Oh no. This is my friends house, I uh, was going to go see him. Hes been sick since Tuesday and I wanted to check up on him." Akio had said. The girl suddenly sprang back up, a smile on her face. Her face turned pink. "Oh, Akio, your so sweet~!" She squeaked . "I can't wait to tell the girls at the Akio-Kun fanclub!" Aiko smiled slightly. But, that wasn't the truth. He had really lived in the one floor house. And didn't eat at five star restaurants every day. And didn't have a private beach somewhere no ones even heard of. He was just an average slightly poorer person. That happened to look good, have lots of friends, and seemed like he was rich.
Akio walked home, thinking back to that day. He had to take a different route then usually, because two
Secret - Chapter 1
The first one in the class was student council president Naoko Ogawa. She relaxed on her chair, flipping through a book. One by one, the students walked in, almost everyone greeting her. Three girls gathered around her desk. One girl had asked about a homework question, while one gossiped about something or other, and another talked about a club. As you might have expected, Naoko was popular around the school. Not only was she the smart student council president, she was also very attractive and always had boys asking her out. She was perfect. Well, seemingly perfect.
The one that showed up last was the thug. Or at least that's what the class thought. And, they weren't that off. His name was Kirchiro Ishii. He trudged into class, an angry look on his face. He didn't like class. No one bothered him or anything, and he didn't care about the classes, it was just he had better things to do then sit in a class.
A boy with a smile ear to ear, talking to everyone, (even trying to t
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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