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Her Smile by Byakugan no Tenshi

Hiyono is not a stereotypical sixteen-year-old girl even if she looks it with her big brown eyes,

golden-brown bangs and braids, average height, mature but slim figure, and good fashion

sense. Walking into the newspaper room, I see that today she's wearing a simple but very

attractive outfit that has just a touch of the flare and originality that makes her special: pink and

black polka-dotted, pointed shoes; dark, denim jeans with a simple black belt; bright, pink t-

shirt with what looks like newspaper article print all over it; her usual black silk ribbon tying up

her braids; and her favourite teddy bear charm on a plain, silver chain. (N.B. she's not

wearing her uniform because it's a non-uniform day) You wouldn't know it, but she's the

strongest and most determined girl I've ever met.

I've never seen her without her trusty notebook and pen – ready to help her record any

interesting facts or gossip that may help her in writing her columns – and a warm and trusting

smile on her pretty face. That grin is like a constant buoy in the midst of daily tempests. Always

able to figure out what I'm thinking and the solutions to my problems, she's my support, my

confidante, and my best friend.

She just spent the last three days using her powers of deduction and in-depth research to solve

the mystery of the disappearing gym equipment. As I watch her at the computer, typing up her

findings for the front page, I wonder how she can give up so much of her energy and self to

help others, even the undeserving. Sometimes I think she's too innocent and trusting for her

own good, but her instincts are usually right. Even though I think she needs rescuing now and

then, when I try to help her it seems like she's the one rescuing me. Her positive attitude gives

me the strength and courage to face my troubles. That smile of hers is what helps me to keep

fighting.

The typing stops. She stretches out her arms and sighs. She begins to sing one of her own

quirky songs – what strange lyrics, I think. I wonder if she really is happy all the time, or

whether it's just a façade she puts up to support everyone else. I suspect that she suffers

sometimes behind that smile. She never burdens others with her problems; she probably thinks

that her own troubles are insignificant. I wish she'd let others help her for once. I wish she'd let

me help her for once.

She stops singing, turns to her little yellow stuffed baby chick on her otherwise spartan work

desk, and chirps "hello" to it in a cheery voice. Then she turns to me and sings:

"Everything okay? You're just standing there staring at me with your furrowed brows?

Hmmm…You better not be worrying about me, because I'm perfectly fine. Anyways, it's time

for lunch, and I'm starving. Let's go get something together, okay?"

Then she smiles, takes my hand, and drags me out of the newspaper room towards the

cafeteria before I can utter a response. She is always the same: always smiling and always

thinking of others first. She's my Hiyono.