Alois Eisler
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Pink petals danced in the wind, and gentle breezes ruffled the trees. Alois stared up at the cherry blossom tree, at peace with the world. That is, most of the world. He could still remember the piercing glare. The glare which came from the object of many boy's affections, and yet the same girl confused him so much. Pleasant, no? Alois sighed and rested his head and back against the trunk of the tree. Truthfully, he really didn't understand her at all. He didn't do anything to her, or, at least, not on purpose. A girl's mind certainly is complicated, especially if you're not a girl yourself.
Pink petals continued to fall around him, and he breathed in the scent. He was looking out of the corner of his eyes, and was pretty sure he saw a few fangirls in the bushes, and a few flashes went off. He should probably leave, he mused. But then again, he was sure a few wouldn't hurt. And no, he wasn't a narcissist, no matter how many times the other guys say he is. He was beginning to feel bored. He was pretty sure lunch was ending soon, and he was in no mood to go back to the place where he was staying. Besides, he hadn't really eaten. He rested his back against the bark frowned. "Screw logic, girls just don't make sense in general," he grumbled. A slow cherry blossom petal landed and floated onto the ground nearby. He picked it up and held it between his fingers. The cherry blossom was delicate and sweet, small and pink. Smears of yellow signified that once upon a time, pollen had rested on it. Very fragile, and could be torn as easily as wet paper, and yet, this once carried so much life in it. Girls were often described that way (not including pollen, obviously), delicate, kind, and petite, wearing frilly pink clothes. That description could shove it, seeing as how nobody was really like that.
As commonly said in movies, a boy often says, "I really don't understand a girl's mind," and honestly, it does apply in real life. "Which sucks," He muttered to himself. By now, his head really was throbbing, which only annoyed him more. He was determined to find an answer to his stupid question. He rubbed his temples and twirled his hair."Being illogical " he murmured thoughtfully. Glancing up at the sky, he saw puffy white clouds and pure blue skies, gentle pink petals of the cherry blossom tree floating in the wind.
Pink petals continued to fall around him, and he breathed in the scent. He was looking out of the corner of his eyes, and was pretty sure he saw a few fangirls in the bushes, and a few flashes went off. He should probably leave, he mused. But then again, he was sure a few wouldn't hurt. And no, he wasn't a narcissist, no matter how many times the other guys say he is. He was beginning to feel bored. He was pretty sure lunch was ending soon, and he was in no mood to go back to the place where he was staying. Besides, he hadn't really eaten. He rested his back against the bark frowned. "Screw logic, girls just don't make sense in general," he grumbled. A slow cherry blossom petal landed and floated onto the ground nearby. He picked it up and held it between his fingers. The cherry blossom was delicate and sweet, small and pink. Smears of yellow signified that once upon a time, pollen had rested on it. Very fragile, and could be torn as easily as wet paper, and yet, this once carried so much life in it. Girls were often described that way (not including pollen, obviously), delicate, kind, and petite, wearing frilly pink clothes. That description could shove it, seeing as how nobody was really like that.
As commonly said in movies, a boy often says, "I really don't understand a girl's mind," and honestly, it does apply in real life. "Which sucks," He muttered to himself. By now, his head really was throbbing, which only annoyed him more. He was determined to find an answer to his stupid question. He rubbed his temples and twirled his hair."Being illogical " he murmured thoughtfully. Glancing up at the sky, he saw puffy white clouds and pure blue skies, gentle pink petals of the cherry blossom tree floating in the wind.