The tale of the fisherman and the moon

  It was that time of the day that the students couldn't wait for, because it means that they're finally free from school, temporarily. Inside one of the classrooms is a beauty awed by many, even by girls -- small face adorned by cat-like eyes, pointed nose, high aristocratic cheek bones, and red, heart-shaped lips, complemented by a body molded with the right curves. Though not too approachable because of her shy, quiet nature, her classmates, most especially her closest friends, know how sweet of a girl she is -- how sweet a Krystal Jung can be.   And another one, in that same room, can be considered as her number one fan. A tomboy by nature, her charms include being friendly to everyone and thoughtful especially to her close friends. Not to include her handsome boyish look, her being the school paper's photographer and artist made her more popular not only in their school but in others as well. She became more popular after winning an interschool photography contest hosted by one of the most prestigious schools in their country. It was her photo entitled "Light in the darkness" that earned her and her school some recognition nationally and internationally.   What's in the photo?   It was a photo of Krystal Jung giving some food to a stray cat while sheltering it from a rain. No, the photographer wasn't stalking the girl. It just so happened that she passed by that park and everything seemed to be perfect even in a gloomy, rainy weather like that.   Going back to the classroom, a boy approached the photographer, who was busy sketching something in her notepad.   "Krystal Jung again?" The boy knowingly asked, whispering.   His friend looked around, worried that the girl in her notepad will hear what the boy said. She sighed relieved, as she saw that the pretty girl already left with her friends.   "Do you really have to say her name?"   "Well am I not allowed to? Anyway, I hope you heard what our teacher said a while ago since you're busy sketching again your, quote and quote, "princess," who unfortunately already has an A.K.A. Prince Charming." The boy mockingly said.   "I know, Key. I heard."   "You heard which one? What our teacher said? Or that Prince Charming thing?" He smirked.   "Shut up. I meant what our teacher said." The photographer said as she put her notepad in her bag and stood up. "Let's go home."     ----------------------------   She knew she had bad luck with draw lots. That's why she wasn't surprised when the teacher called her name and asked her to read the short love story she wrote for their assignment.   "My story is entitled 'The tale of the fisherman and the moon.'   "Once upon a time, there was a boy who is afraid of the dark. Even before the sun set to the west, he was already asleep. He grew like that until he came of age and his father was already old and weak to do some work. That's why one day, he gathered up his courage and became a fisherman just like his father.   "After dinner one night, he picked up his lamp and extra oil bottle enough until the break of dawn the next day, and event towards the lake. On his way there, he couldn't help but be afraid as he walked along the dark path. He was nearing the lake when he noticed, in his peripheral vision, a figure walking in a secluded area of the lake. He thought at first that the figure was glowing, just enough to see it in the middle of the darkness o