This is my story, so please don't copy this.
It was a cool, sunny morning and Ami Kagami was ready to go to school.
Everyday she woud sit in class and look out her school window and adjust her uniform. Ami paid attention in class of course, but the material she learned came easy for her to understand.
She was tied first in her grade level along with a quiet boy, Henry Thompson, who she sat next to in class.
They never talked to each other. On some occasions they would give each other short glances when the teacher taught something incorrectly to the other students.
The both of them would smile and turn back to their seats continuing on with their day as if that didn't happen.
Ami and Henry both shared a habit. They always tapped their pencis on their desk when they either felt nervous or agitated.
When the bell rang the two of them would go on their seperate ways walking in the opposite directions.
That was their usual routine.
But on a specific day, Ami Kagami and Henry Thompson shared an interesting encounter.
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Solitary in the Clouds
Teen FictionThere wasn't much to know between the two of them. Words went unsaid, as the silence took its place. No one spoke, but at the same time they did. No expectations were said between the two. They were silent. Their silence was the real conversation.
