As the door slides open, I see you walk in, covered in band-aids. The teacher enters soon afterwards. Everyone stares, but your sharp glare and otherwise emotionless face causes them to look away. I take a quick glance back, but you continue with your cold attitude.

When class starts, you only look at the window. Somehow, I notice that it looks beautiful outside, so clear and blue. The clouds are cute little fluffs and the sun is bright, but not too bright at that moment. The teacher calls to us and I turn to the dull and lifeless lesson as you continue to stare out the window with a blank look.

He gets mad and yells out to you. Asked to solve a question that had not yet been taught to the fullest at the moment, you were forced to go up and demonstrate. I tried to raise my hand to help since I had already reviewed the night before, but to my surprise, you solve the problem in seconds. All the work shown on the blackboard in an orderly manner that I never would have thought to see from you, a delinquent girl.

You send a cold glare my way as I look into your eyes with a slight look of surprise. The teacher has a fuming red face, but is not in the position to say anything. Silently, I smile to myself.

The bell rings. The teacher exits. Everyone starts to talk and some go to rush down to the cafeteria. As if you didn’t exist, you slipped through the crowd, disappearing from my view.

Blue, a nice color that is impossible to fully describe. There are too many shades of blue and I find you on the rooftop staring into the blue sky. You were lying down on the hard surface with a jar of jelly beans next to you. I silently watched as you nibbled on the jelly beans.

I wondered, did you only eat sweets? If so, why are you so frail and fragile looking at some times? Maybe that was the wrong question. At that moment, a breeze blew by. If it did tickle your nose, it would make sense as you let out a cute little sneeze.

Quietly, I laugh to myself, making sure not to attract attention from you. You nibble on a jelly bean like a mouse, destroying the image that you somehow manage to give all of our classmates in a matter of seconds. They all thought of you as a yankee and somehow, I thought like that as well at times.

Once again, you eat another jelly bean. Any flavor seems to work, but you don’t just eat it, you taste it. For me, there are the things that I don’t like and the things I like. But you seem to just accept the way it is.

A fiery red one, you start to nibble on it like all of the others. An emotionless look is portrayed on your face as you sit up, but I see a film of tears in your eyes. Taking a water bottle that I did not notice, you immediately started to attempt to cool your tongue as the jelly bean was one that was extremely spicy.

Not that one spicy jelly bean would stop your nibbling of jelly beans. Smiling slightly towards sweets rather than humans, I found that part of you interesting. So I thank those sweets for allowing me to see you smile.

The bell signaling for the students to go back to class rings. You frown in disdain. In a hurry, I rush down the stairs and to the classroom. When class starts, you aren’t there. No one notices and the school day continues like normal.

Sometime in between the breaks, you snuck into the classroom. Everyone’s look went towards you once again, but your glare once again sent them away. Their idle chatter filled the room as you sat down in your seat with a notepad.

Confused and curious, that’s what I am right now. You begin to draw or scribble something on the paper. Even as class starts, you continue, droning out the teacher. Even so, you still manage to answer all the questions thrown at you. The teachers have never won in this war yet.

After the last class ends, you don’t stand and bow as the teacher dismisses us. No one pays any attention, knowing that they won’t receive anything. Everyone goes ahead home, to hang out, or to their clubs. In the midst of that, you somehow manage to sneak out.

Of course, I don’t follow. Maybe I am a stalker, but I wouldn’t. But I notice her notepad lying on her desk. Curiosity gets the better of me like it always does and I open it and look inside. Surprisingly, I find numerous pictures drawn in an amazing quality. Turning the pages, I find myself more and more amazed at how you can draw.

Click, I hear a sound. Finding the fact that I am peeking into your notepad of drawings quite awkward, I hastily leave the room. There’s nothing else to do besides head home. Somehow, you manage to make my day a lot more interesting and somehow make me feel quite happy and delighted.

“Hah… That girl, she didn’t see the last picture I drew…”

A girl covered with band-aids entered the room. She picked up her notepad and flipped to the last page. On the last page was a drawing of a girl with long black hair and an intriguing nose. Closing the notepad, she popped a jelly bean into and walked away smiling.