At lunchtime, when everyone was gone and they were going to their favorite spot, Sakura was silent once again. "Sakura!" Derek shouted in front of her, in another attempt to make her happy. "Can you please stop being sad anymore! It's so annoying!"
"Baka," Sakura said in her language, and acting out a slap at Derek.
All this time, Derek had been using all his effort to make Sakura happy, but being called an idiot was too much for him. "Oii! You stupid person! Can't you see how much I've been trying to make you happy?!" Derek was shouting at the top of his lungs, but he wasn't done yet. Luckily, they were in a secluded place, so no one could hear him. "You've been so shallow for the whole day! You're so sad and serious, you're CRYING over everything! And then you call me an idiot? Gosh, Sakura, if you never wanted me to make you happy, you should have told me before I tried to do so! What is you problem?!"
Sakura was crying, but she was a strong girl, and she shouted back. "Fine! I've always liked it when you make me happy, ALWAYS! Dammit, Derek, if you just wanted to know, you could've asked!" She got something from her pocket and threw it on the floor near Derek's feet. "There! That's the reason I've been so serious the whole day! If it's all my fault that that happened to me, then I really AM stupid! A few minutes ago I was thinking, 'I'd be happy as long as I die with my friends... and as long as their happy... but I think that's going to happen sooner than I thought!"
This was the first time Derek had ever seen her cry. As she bolted up the stairs, Derek's eyes followed. The paper lay forgotten on the floor for a while, until Fero said "Hey, maybe you should read the paper." Derek's eyes flashed through the paper while the others asked things like 'what does she mean, happen sooner?' and 'why didn't we run after her again?'. But then Derek suddenly understood. His face was suddenly determined, and he ran up the stairs. "Wait! His friends shouted after him. "What did it say?"
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My Story.
Call me Gan. But what's in a name? Does it matter? Will my name really show you who
I am deep inside, where I hide? Can my name really give you the picture of my heart, its pains and sorrows in its past? But what the heck.