Takane No Hana (Flowers of the High Peak)

Her clavicle-length hair and evenly clipped bangs left something to be desired. She was so bashful that it made her look innocent. She could very well be my little sister because she exuded that energy. Well, I know it's not enough to qualify a person to become your little sister but I couldn't help it. But one thing is for sure: she's really beautiful. Did she know it? Was she even aware of that? Or the long almost unkempt hair was a conscious effort to hide her face? She was my type of person! She was rather tall, I tell you that. I wasn't exactly sure if it's because of her being skinny but despite that her cheeks seemed to make up for it. From pink, her face became fully red. Could she get any redder than that? Oh, and yeah, there were a lot of my classmates that were as shy (or more bashful than she was) but she left an impression on me. I could still vividly remember her face as she turned into a talking tomato. 'Talking? She could barely speak.' Our teacher was silent but her stance demanded my poor classmate to hurry up so she did, but not without stuttering in her first few words. "G-g-good morning." Though half of her face was covered by her hair, I could still see the shaking in her eyes. Poor girl. "My… is … A--" She could be seen inhaling deeply until she finally said her name. "--thea Stainth--" Or half of her name I could make out.