After her argument with Darryl, Miharu had ran off to the park, hiding herself in the gazeebo where she usually came to be alone. She lifted a square cut out of the gazeebo floor, searching for the journal she had hidden. Since her father would periodically search through her room (assuming she didn't know about it), she couldn't leave it at home. She kept numerous things in her journal; lists, short stories, her diet log (although she didn't really need to, since not much was in her diet anyways) and daily rants.
Miharu scanned through the pages, not suprised to see Darryl mentioned every-other page. He had been her partner for many performances, and she never forgot a single one. She admired and respected him greatly as a dancer, but she knew she felt something else for him, and it brought a tinge of red to her cheeks just thinking about it.
She had been brought out of her daydreams when she had heard voices coming in her direction and she scrambled to place her journal back underneath the floor board, not noticing she left the board crooked, and quickly wiped the tears out of her eyes.
Miharu crawled quietly to the side of the gazeebe, making sure the people couldn't see her. She recognized the voices instantly; it was Darryl, Aya and Kara. She turned instantly jealous, "I guess I didn't get through to the newbie!" She growled to herself.
"By...by the way....did either of you two happen to see Miharu around before?" He asked softly, and Miharu's expression brightened. "He's looking for me!" she exclaimed in her head.
"Because I kind of yelled at her before....when I was hiding in the alley...."
Miharu rolled her eyes as she watched Darryl slap his hand over his mouth in an attempt to shut himself up. "Smooth move," she angrily whispered to herself. "Make it any more insanely obvious."
[Whew, that's kinda long...I guess to make up for the days I wasn't here >_< sorry. ]
