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Pit pat pit pat. Click ching chang ching click.
That was the sound of a young girl's bare feet walking through the wet halls of her school, her baggy jeans covered with metal chains and a collection of metal things and lost keys.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
That would be the sound of her fractured heart.

That morning was hell's beginning for Panda. As she greeted her 'loving' boyfriend at the gates at school, he gave her a greeting she couldn't have recieved on a worst day.
"Hi. I'm breaking up with you Pan...da."
Pan was his little nicname for her. He had never called her Panda, except for 2 serious occassions before, but we wont go into details with that.
"....Why?" Panda knew the reason why. She had seen him having flings with other girls, she even overheard them say once, 'Panda? You might as well dump her now, she's not girlfriend material you know'.
"WHY?" she questioned again, her temper starting to show through her quiet shell. She was growing impatient with him.
"Hey heyy, calm down-"
"DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN. I KNOW why you're dumping me, you're a fucking dick."

And with that, she stomped off, only to plonk her backside down on the wall close to the school doors, so she could give him a solid death glare when he walked past. But instead, she had a sudden change in her mood. A tall boy, large ears, big brown eyes and a thick flowing tail and a guitar bag slung over his shoulder walked past in tune. He was singing.
"If I was a flower growing wild and free, all I'd want you to be my sweet honey bee. And if I were a tree growing tall and green, all I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves.."
His voice was smooth, but a little scratchy, which somehow made a strong melody to Panda. She had kept her head in her hands, but she watched him walk up the steps and through the [small to him] doors. When everyone else had been and gone [even her ex-boyfriend had walked past her unnoticed], she straightened her back and stood up. There was a pinch in the sides of her face, a little smile opened up to the world. All that she could remember was those words, and how he and looked at Panda the whole time, until he had to turn his head to the direction of the doors.
But then she remembered she hadn't had went through with her death glare plan.

Panda walked into her english class late. Her teacher was strict, giving her a hard look as she muttered a 'sorry I'm late sir' to him. She hadn't taken a good look around her class for any of her friends, she just moved between desks and chairs to the closest free space and sat down.
"Alright. I'll continue with the roll call now.."
Panda didn't take any notice to the names that were said, but she did hear them. Zack, away. Chris, here. Bastard... here. ugh.
"Fox."
"Yep."
Panda's ears perked up. Her eyes darted to her left, finally becoming aware of the tall figure at the desk next to her's. The large ears. The big brown eyes. The thick flowing tail. The voice.
"Fox.." Panda thought out loud. She frowned, she hadn't heard that name before on roll call.
"Hah, that would be my name, yep."
Panda looked up, and gasped. "Oh shit. Sorry. Thinking out loud."
"Its fine... Say. You're the girl I saw sitting outside on the wall this morning, right? Don't think there's anyone else on this planet that looks like you haha. Got a name?"
Panda didn't know to take that as a compliment or not. "Er, thank.. you?"
Fox laughed, "I mean that in the good way."
"Ahh. Haha. Thank you then."
"My pleasure."
"And my name..?"
"Oh, yeah, mind sharing?"
"uh.." How many times did a guy ask for her name? The only time anyone ever had, it was because they had never remembered it. "...P-p-panda."
"Panda. Right. I'll remember that one."
She turned her head the otherway and bite her lip. Worse time to ever stutter saying your name.
"So, what do you like doing, P-p-p-panda?" He laughed a little, immitating her.
"Uh. Well. I like writing."
"Really? I like poetry."
"Haha, I like reading poetry. But I can't write it too well. Suck at rhyming." she smiled, giggling.
Fox giggled too. "Haha, well that's alright. Poetry can be a little harder, since you know. You have to know how to get the point across quickly, otherwise it gets boring for the reader. With writing you can spend half a page describing something and the reader won't mind at all."
Panda nodded her head in agreement. This boy seemed pretty smart. She was smiling at him, staring straight into his chocolate brown eyes.
"...I mainly do like. Song writing.. Kind of poetry. Haha."
Panda snapped out of the trance, then she remembered his guitar bag from that morning.
"Oh, oh right! That's what the guitar's.. for... right?" she laughed awkwardly, feeling a bit of a blush go over her cheeks.
"Hahh. Correct you are."

They both spoke back and forth for the session about playing music, who their favourite bands were, and the secret of a good story.
"See, every song has a story. If you read closely into it, its really easy to figure out. You can do it with instrumental pieces too, not just songs with lyrics, ya know." Fox told Panda, leaning over to her with his ipod in hand, "Give a listen to some of the songs on this, and I'll get it back off you before you leave for home this afteroon, okay?"
"You'd trust me with your ipod? But I'm a total stranger haha, I could steal it you know."
"Mmmm, yeah," he laughed "But I trust you. And I could attack you in your next english class if you don't."
"Hah. True." Panda winked at him, before hearing the teacher address them both.
"Fox and Panda. I've told you both SEVERAL times to stop talking. You both now have detention with me after school." He continued explaining to the rest of the class about the assignments that will be in the weeks to come.
"We'll make it a date then." Fox whispered, winking back.

Description
Pit pat pit pat. Click ching chang ching click.
That was the sound of a young girl's bare feet walking through the wet halls of her school, her baggy jeans covered with metal chains and a collection of metal things and lost keys.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
That would be the sound of her fractured heart.

That morning was hell's beginning for Panda. As she greeted her 'loving' boyfriend at the gates at school, he gave her a greeting she couldn't have recieved on a worst day.
"Hi. I'm breaking up with you Pan...da."
Pan was his little nicname for her. He had never called her Panda, except for 2 serious occassions before, but we wont go into details with that.
"....Why?" Panda knew the reason why. She had seen him having flings with other girls, she even overheard them say once, 'Panda? You might as well dump her now, she's not girlfriend material you know'.
"WHY?" she questioned again, her temper starting to show through her quiet shell. She was growing impatient with him.
"Hey heyy, calm down-"
"DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN. I KNOW why you're dumping me, you're a fucking dick."

And with that, she stomped off, only to plonk her backside down on the wall close to the school doors, so she could give him a solid death glare when he walked past. But instead, she had a sudden change in her mood. A tall boy, large ears, big brown eyes and a thick flowing tail and a guitar bag slung over his shoulder walked past in tune. He was singing.
"If I was a flower growing wild and free, all I'd want you to be my sweet honey bee. And if I were a tree growing tall and green, all I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves.."
His voice was smooth, but a little scratchy, which somehow made a strong melody to Panda. She had kept her head in her hands, but she watched him walk up the steps and through the [small to him] doors. When everyone else had been and gone [even her ex-boyfriend had walked past her unnoticed], she straightened her back and stood up. There was a pinch in the sides of her face, a little smile opened up to the world. All that she could remember was those words, and how he and looked at Panda the whole time, until he had to turn his head to the direction of the doors.
But then she remembered she hadn't had went through with her death glare plan.

Panda walked into her english class late. Her teacher was strict, giving her a hard look as she muttered a 'sorry I'm late sir' to him. She hadn't taken a good look around her class for any of her friends, she just moved between desks and chairs to the closest free space and sat down.
"Alright. I'll continue with the roll call now.."
Panda didn't take any notice to the names that were said, but she did hear them. Zack, away. Chris, here. Bastard... here. ugh.
"Fox."
"Yep."
Panda's ears perked up. Her eyes darted to her left, finally becoming aware of the tall figure at the desk next to her's. The large ears. The big brown eyes. The thick flowing tail. The voice.
"Fox.." Panda thought out loud. She frowned, she hadn't heard that name before on roll call.
"Hah, that would be my name, yep."
Panda looked up, and gasped. "Oh shit. Sorry. Thinking out loud."
"Its fine... Say. You're the girl I saw sitting outside on the wall this morning, right? Don't think there's anyone else on this planet that looks like you haha. Got a name?"
Panda didn't know to take that as a compliment or not. "Er, thank.. you?"
Fox laughed, "I mean that in the good way."
"Ahh. Haha. Thank you then."
"My pleasure."
"And my name..?"
"Oh, yeah, mind sharing?"
"uh.." How many times did a guy ask for her name? The only time anyone ever had, it was because they had never remembered it. "...P-p-panda."
"Panda. Right. I'll remember that one."
She turned her head the otherway and bite her lip. Worse time to ever stutter saying your name.
"So, what do you like doing, P-p-p-panda?" He laughed a little, immitating her.
"Uh. Well. I like writing."
"Really? I like poetry."
"Haha, I like reading poetry. But I can't write it too well. Suck at rhyming." she smiled, giggling.
Fox giggled too. "Haha, well that's alright. Poetry can be a little harder, since you know. You have to know how to get the point across quickly, otherwise it gets boring for the reader. With writing you can spend half a page describing something and the reader won't mind at all."
Panda nodded her head in agreement. This boy seemed pretty smart. She was smiling at him, staring straight into his chocolate brown eyes.
"...I mainly do like. Song writing.. Kind of poetry. Haha."
Panda snapped out of the trance, then she remembered his guitar bag from that morning.
"Oh, oh right! That's what the guitar's.. for... right?" she laughed awkwardly, feeling a bit of a blush go over her cheeks.
"Hahh. Correct you are."

They both spoke back and forth for the session about playing music, who their favourite bands were, and the secret of a good story.
"See, every song has a story. If you read closely into it, its really easy to figure out. You can do it with instrumental pieces too, not just songs with lyrics, ya know." Fox told Panda, leaning over to her with his ipod in hand, "Give a listen to some of the songs on this, and I'll get it back off you before you leave for home this afteroon, okay?"
"You'd trust me with your ipod? But I'm a total stranger haha, I could steal it you know."
"Mmmm, yeah," he laughed "But I trust you. And I could attack you in your next english class if you don't."
"Hah. True." Panda winked at him, before hearing the teacher address them both.
"Fox and Panda. I've told you both SEVERAL times to stop talking. You both now have detention with me after school." He continued explaining to the rest of the class about the assignments that will be in the weeks to come.
"We'll make it a date then." Fox whispered, winking back.