I wrote a CCS semidrabble today. (It's 150 words.) Meiling, like a bird, liked to roost in high places. Tomoyo had often seen the girl on the school’s roof, fingers entwined in the chain link fence, gazing down at the world as it went on without her. Was it hard to be Meiling? Tomoyo wondered to herself. A girl without magic, powerless in a family of magicians. She was a little surprised that Syaoran hadn’t caught on to this tendency. Meiling was his cousin and supposed fiancee. But he jumped when she suddenly called out to him in passing. “Meiling! Are you even allowed up there?” he spluttered, collecting his dropped schoolwork and checking to make sure his carefully printed figures were still legible despite their abrupt besmirchment. “Of course!” Meiling crossed her arms. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be up here! Come up! There’s a really nice breeze!” “We have class in a few minutes.” “Syaaooraann!” “Yes, Meiling.” Tomoyo walked on. Current Mood: apprehensive
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