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Realistic or Modern Anime High

Kiname sang to his hearts content, He rather loved his selfish pastime, keeping his joy in a melodical form, only to be trapped by ones imagination and rewritten into another masterpiece of the heart
 
Tadae limped back to the swing and tried her hardest to shove the swing into the air using her uninjured foot as she listened in silence.
 
Emi sat on the bleachers, eating her lunch. She sighed and turned the pages of her book. She sat watching the boys play football.
 
Emi looked over at Joey, with a brow raised. She shrugged and glanced at his music sheets with interest. "You write music?" She asked, tilting her head.
 
Emi smiled, shyly. "That's nice... I play some instruments myself." She replied, pulling her blue pastel hair behind her ear.
 
Emi smiled again, and pulled a case onto her lap. She opened it, and pulled out a violin with cute stickers on it. "I play the violin..." She said, showing him.
 
"It's nothing, just.. that song is like a mix of sweetness and sadness," she said after a moment. She shrugged and kept her eyes away from him.
 
(Well, I've been waiting for days with no reply as to if I can join or not, so I'm just jumping in until somebody kicks me out.)


Emily looked down at her shoes. She felt butterflies in her stomach. She missed her grandmother. Every now and then, Emily would miss the good old days when she lived in England. She remembered going to Christmas at her grandmother's every year and making gingerbread houses. She remembered the Easters they would spend hunting for plastic eggs in the garden. She chewed on her lip as she thought of England again. That life was past. Emily has been living in Japan for years now, and is able to speak the language quite well, but never as good as those who grew up in this country. It was a nice place to live, although, when her father moved again to a new city in Japan, Emily wasn't ready for all the strange looks again. She knew that being Caucasian with natural light red hair was rare sight in this country and that moving to a new city would mean that people wouldn't be used to it. The girl sighed, walking.
 
"O-oh..." Emi said, kicking her feet. She brought over her bag and pulled out a sketch book. She opened the sketchbook open to a page already sketched on. She then pulled out a pen, and took the cap off and started inking the edges.
 

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