English kept interrupting her thoughts. History passed by in a blur. Math just kind of sat there and stared at her. Lunch had brought every girl in the room to her desk. She had never had that happen before. The rest of the day she didn’t even notice.
Akane tried to concentrate on taking notes and remembering her new teachers. Only, her thoughts kept spiraling around a rose hidden in her bag, a nameless boy, and a play that had sealed her fate as a tomboy many years ago. Perhaps, just perhaps, this was a sign that things were changing for the better.
