Little Hearts in Your Heart
Chapters 15. Writing a Plan Draft
“Miki-san, where have you been?” megumi's loud voice greeted Miki. “Friday yesterday, there was a career orientation. You have to face Yamada-sensei, later.”
Miki just smiled, I've been through it all.
“Miki-neesan,” Kaori's sad voice sounded. He hugged Miki, “I don't think Miki-neesan will come back.”
“Stop calling me that, Kaori,” Miki whispered. He turned around when he heard Reki's scream. “You'll be puffing up school monsters.”
“Monster?” megumi asked, her eyes glaring.
“Dad will scold me if you don't go to school again for no reason,” oceh Reki.
“Why is your father angry, Reki?” ask Megumi again, but no one cares. “Minna, has no one heard me?”
Miki patted Megumi on the shoulder and sat down. “What's the task?” tanyakanya. Kaori immediately moved, taking out her geography notebook. Miki opened it and found five questions and no answers. “You haven't worked on it?”
Kaori answered with a smile. “Ohiya, Miki-chan, I went to your apartment yesterday, you're inside, right? But you didn't open the door on purpose for me, did you. What are you doing?”
“Really?” Miki nodded. “As you wish,” Miki shrinks her voice, “I wrote the draft plan, which I will do.”
“Eh?” kaori's forehead shriveled.
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“What are you doing?” grunt Kurumi, as Miki faces at her desk. “Why haven't you been here two days?”
“Sorry, Sensei,” Miki said, bending over. He smiles.
Kurumi hissing. Hit Miki's ass, and pulled her hand, approaching. “Do you have any problems?”
Miki whispered. “I've thought about it carefully. I... I will go to school well.”
Kurumi swore indistinctly. “Oh, God, you're crazy Miki. Ah, Arai-san, you have to do your job well,” Kurumi said as Takahiro passed her desk.
“Wah, Yamada-sensei, you're acting pretty well.”
“Fuck you,” hiss Kurumi, “you go. Before I punish you.”
Miki bowed, saying thank you. And out of the teacher's room.
“At first I thought so,” Miki's tricks. “But last night, I had a dream, eto, if I continue this game, I will get an answer to my predicament.”
“About all this time, you always get ideas from your dreams, you so rely on dreams,” muttered Reki.
Miki laughing. “The dream is a gift from God. So, I have to make use of it.”
“Indeed Miki-neechan has trouble what to answer?” reki asked with a serious face.
“It...” Miki turned around, pulling Reki into her arms, Reki a little higher than her.
“Miki-neechan, what are you doing? People are watching us,” snorts Reki. “Is Miki-neechan feeling sad?” said ask.
Miki took off her embrace. He looked at the worried face of Reki. “Reki, listen to me. When you hug someone, here,” he presses his chest, “ will thump, right? But I don't,” he said shook his head.
“That's because I'm your brother. Miki-neechan is very strange.”
Miki laughing. “Because of that, I want to find that beat,” he said sighing. “First, I'll find a man here. And, I'll make my story.”
“Miki-neechan will write a story about herself. About what?”
“Love search. Um, about the affection hug. Like that,” said Miki, smiling.
“Why do I hear it like, this will end with a fantasy story,” Reki scratched his head.
“Because of that I've already made a draft, see the scope, up to which I will search, perhaps with,” Miki raised his hand, pointing just anyways, “men who are there, uh.” Miki stopped, squinting, “incidentally once.”
“What's up, Miki-neechan? Uh, isn't that Sakuragi Key?” said Reki watching Sakuragi Key walk into the study building. “What coincidence?”
“Eh, you will know about my rejected manuscript,” Miki muttered, “I think I have got it. First draft, check.” Miki smiled, wide, and walked into the study building. Following the crew that was walking in.
Reki grunting. “Miki-neechan has gone crazy,” murmured.
I made a draft. Wouldn't that be very helpful. Like when I wanted to write my novel, I drafted it to see things that would be related, although not all of those things I would use. And now, draft a plan. Everything I thought would help me write that story. That's a good plan, Miki.*
