Nekora and Hana #4: Poetry in Silence

Nekora's POV: It was the fourth week of school and my first class went well, though not as great as last year when I got top marks. For some reason, this year I feel more nervous than ever. Maybe because I want to do better? I don't know, but I feel like I have to keep pushing myself harder if I want to do well. After I grabbed my notebook and bag, I made my way to the library where Hana was waiting for me. As I walked towards the doors, I saw Hana looking around, probably trying to find a good spot to study. After about five minutes, I found her sitting at one of the tables near the back corner. I sit across from her and look at her notebook open on the table. If I kept my notebook like that, always open, so anyone could see, I don't think anyone would like me anymore. No one would ever think of me as more than a monster. Words are dangerous things. Especially when you know how to play with them, and twist them into new meanings.