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Arrietty woke up with the sun (as always) and stretched. She had been living in secrecy with Sho for nearly 2 weeks now, and her leg had healed completely. She had done all there was to do – she had tried to write with a gigantic pencil, tried to erase with a heavy eraser, she had visited her old house and cricket friends, and she had went into the field and garden to pick flowers for Sho. Every day seemed to be full of old things to be rediscovered, until today. There was literally nothing left to do. It was a Sunday, one day before 2 weeks had past. Sho was sleeping in, and he was tired from finishing up his homework last night. Arrietty flung her hair around to try and settle it, but she was growing annoyed at her long hair. It didn't match the dress well enough. Then she remembered her hair clip. Sho hadn't told her about it, so she assumed it was gone. But since she had nothing better to do, she thought to herself that she might as well try to find it. She slowly crept out of her house, and lightly landed on Sho's bed. She didn't hurt herself this time, and she gave a small sigh of relief. Sho mumbled something, and Arrietty held her breath. After a moment of silence, she continued on her way to his desk drawer. She was lucky; it was open just a crack.
She trekked across his desk full of papers and eraser shavings and pried open the desk. She slipped into the desk, immediately surrounded by darkness. She kept forcing the desk open until the light was enough for her to see inside the desk. She poked and prodded all his stuff, but she couldn't find her hairclip. She sighed, and was about to leave the drawer when she spotted a smallish object that just might have been pink. She dashed over, and gasped with delight. It was her hairclip alright; and it looked untouched. It was exactly as she left it. Sho had taken good care of her good-bye present to him, and Arrietty nearly cried again. She shook her head. She was crying way too much lately. She picked up the hairclip, and clasped it upon her head once again. She flung her hair from side to side, ensuring that it wouldn't fall off. Then, she heard Sho waking up. He stretched and let out a small groan. She quietly tip-toed out of the desk, and Sho spotted her immediately. He smiled when he saw that she had found the hairclip. He didn't mean to hide it, but he had completely forgotten about it after she arrived. "That hairclip looks good on you."
Arrietty blushed, and replied, "Because you took such good care of it." He gave a small grin, and left the room to brush his teeth. Before she stepped out of the desk though, she saw a small notebook inside Sho's desk she hadn't noticed before. It was small enough for her to open it, and she could open it inside the desk. She slowly lifted up the front cover, and gasped.

This morning, when I arrived at my Aunt's house, I spotted a girl who was smaller than my hand.

She grew red, and her heart almost stopped when Sho entered the room. "Arrietty?" She clambered out of his desk, still flushed. He observed her, and immediately knew she had found his journal. "Did you… see it?" She nodded. There was a moment of awkward silence, and Sho spoke. "It's okay. Don't worry, you aren't in trouble. I would have had to show you what it said later anyways. It's okay." She didn't speak. Even though she had only read the first sentence of his journal, she knew what probably would come next. Sho noticed her distress, and offered to take her out into the garden. Sometimes he would just lay on the rock like he had done once upon a time and dream of Arrietty. Now that she was here, he didn't need to anymore. But all the same, he still wanted to relive that moment. Arrietty glanced at his hand, and hesitated. She trusted Sho; she always had, but she hadn't finished the journal. What if he couldn't be trusted? Arrietty looked up into Sho's eyes, and she saw the trueness and purity of his intentions, and all doubt was gone. She gave him a little smile, and hopped onto his palm. Sho gave a silent sigh of relief. He thought Arrietty might have insisted on finishing the journal, which he wasn't quite ready to show her yet. He slipped her carefully as always into his pocket. He walked quietly into the garden, and lied down on the stone. She crawled out of his pocket and landed softly on the grass. She hadn't been out here for so long that she had forgotten the beauty of the garden. But she remembered that this was where she had revealed herself to Sho first. And this was also the place where she had realized that Earth was populated with over 6.7 billion people, and that the Borrowers were becoming extinct. She stood, remembering all the time she had spent here. When she was little, she had sometimes come all the way out here to play. Sho and Arrietty remained silent for a while, and they stayed outdoors until the sky began to turn a beautiful shade of red. Sho held out his hand, with a light smile on his face. Arrietty took a last glance at the garden, and then leapt onto his hand. He carried her back to the house, and dropped her inside the small house. Sho had attached a small water bottle onto the house, so she had running water, and a small cable that fed her electricity. She took a short, warm bath and slipped back into her house clothes. Sho had plenty of homework that night, and Arrietty kneeled on his desk, helping him out when he needed it. She was learning what he was; he was studying Trigonometry. Although it hurt her head if she thought about it for too long, it was fun to watch the numbers dance and turn out perfect. Sho didn't seem to enjoy it too much, so he was glad to have Arrietty help him. She quickly produced answers, and they were mostly correct. Sho was done with his homework in no time.

Sho lay on his bed, pondering his feelings for Arrietty. She was silent, lying in her house. He knew he didn't love her, but she wasn't just an ordinary friend either. He felt like they were childhood playmates, even though they had known each other for just half a year. He felt like he knew everything about her and that she knew everything about him. They could've been childhood friends, or brother and sister. He felt deeply connected with her; he felt her pains, and her happiness. And he knew she did too; she would grow worried if his breathing grew heavy. At the same time, Arrietty stared at the ceiling. She was also thinking about Sho. She definitely didn't and couldn't love him; he was a huge human bean that she couldn't possibly love. But she liked him very much. She felt her heart grow all warm and fuzzy when she saw him, but she wouldn't blush. They were definitely not friends either; their connections were much deeper than that. When he looked overly exhausted, she would feel her own energy draining like she was the one that had been exhausted. What was this eerie connection? She sighed, and turned over onto her side. She'd figure it out tomorrow. Her head was filled with numbers that just wouldn't leave.

Description
Arrietty woke up with the sun (as always) and stretched. She had been living in secrecy with Sho for nearly 2 weeks now, and her leg had healed completely. She had done all there was to do – she had tried to write with a gigantic pencil, tried to erase with a heavy eraser, she had visited her old house and cricket friends, and she had went into the field and garden to pick flowers for Sho. Every day seemed to be full of old things to be rediscovered, until today. There was literally nothing left to do. It was a Sunday, one day before 2 weeks had past. Sho was sleeping in, and he was tired from finishing up his homework last night. Arrietty flung her hair around to try and settle it, but she was growing annoyed at her long hair. It didn't match the dress well enough. Then she remembered her hair clip. Sho hadn't told her about it, so she assumed it was gone. But since she had nothing better to do, she thought to herself that she might as well try to find it. She slowly crept out of her house, and lightly landed on Sho's bed. She didn't hurt herself this time, and she gave a small sigh of relief. Sho mumbled something, and Arrietty held her breath. After a moment of silence, she continued on her way to his desk drawer. She was lucky; it was open just a crack.
She trekked across his desk full of papers and eraser shavings and pried open the desk. She slipped into the desk, immediately surrounded by darkness. She kept forcing the desk open until the light was enough for her to see inside the desk. She poked and prodded all his stuff, but she couldn't find her hairclip. She sighed, and was about to leave the drawer when she spotted a smallish object that just might have been pink. She dashed over, and gasped with delight. It was her hairclip alright; and it looked untouched. It was exactly as she left it. Sho had taken good care of her good-bye present to him, and Arrietty nearly cried again. She shook her head. She was crying way too much lately. She picked up the hairclip, and clasped it upon her head once again. She flung her hair from side to side, ensuring that it wouldn't fall off. Then, she heard Sho waking up. He stretched and let out a small groan. She quietly tip-toed out of the desk, and Sho spotted her immediately. He smiled when he saw that she had found the hairclip. He didn't mean to hide it, but he had completely forgotten about it after she arrived. "That hairclip looks good on you."
Arrietty blushed, and replied, "Because you took such good care of it." He gave a small grin, and left the room to brush his teeth. Before she stepped out of the desk though, she saw a small notebook inside Sho's desk she hadn't noticed before. It was small enough for her to open it, and she could open it inside the desk. She slowly lifted up the front cover, and gasped.

This morning, when I arrived at my Aunt's house, I spotted a girl who was smaller than my hand.

She grew red, and her heart almost stopped when Sho entered the room. "Arrietty?" She clambered out of his desk, still flushed. He observed her, and immediately knew she had found his journal. "Did you… see it?" She nodded. There was a moment of awkward silence, and Sho spoke. "It's okay. Don't worry, you aren't in trouble. I would have had to show you what it said later anyways. It's okay." She didn't speak. Even though she had only read the first sentence of his journal, she knew what probably would come next. Sho noticed her distress, and offered to take her out into the garden. Sometimes he would just lay on the rock like he had done once upon a time and dream of Arrietty. Now that she was here, he didn't need to anymore. But all the same, he still wanted to relive that moment. Arrietty glanced at his hand, and hesitated. She trusted Sho; she always had, but she hadn't finished the journal. What if he couldn't be trusted? Arrietty looked up into Sho's eyes, and she saw the trueness and purity of his intentions, and all doubt was gone. She gave him a little smile, and hopped onto his palm. Sho gave a silent sigh of relief. He thought Arrietty might have insisted on finishing the journal, which he wasn't quite ready to show her yet. He slipped her carefully as always into his pocket. He walked quietly into the garden, and lied down on the stone. She crawled out of his pocket and landed softly on the grass. She hadn't been out here for so long that she had forgotten the beauty of the garden. But she remembered that this was where she had revealed herself to Sho first. And this was also the place where she had realized that Earth was populated with over 6.7 billion people, and that the Borrowers were becoming extinct. She stood, remembering all the time she had spent here. When she was little, she had sometimes come all the way out here to play. Sho and Arrietty remained silent for a while, and they stayed outdoors until the sky began to turn a beautiful shade of red. Sho held out his hand, with a light smile on his face. Arrietty took a last glance at the garden, and then leapt onto his hand. He carried her back to the house, and dropped her inside the small house. Sho had attached a small water bottle onto the house, so she had running water, and a small cable that fed her electricity. She took a short, warm bath and slipped back into her house clothes. Sho had plenty of homework that night, and Arrietty kneeled on his desk, helping him out when he needed it. She was learning what he was; he was studying Trigonometry. Although it hurt her head if she thought about it for too long, it was fun to watch the numbers dance and turn out perfect. Sho didn't seem to enjoy it too much, so he was glad to have Arrietty help him. She quickly produced answers, and they were mostly correct. Sho was done with his homework in no time.

Sho lay on his bed, pondering his feelings for Arrietty. She was silent, lying in her house. He knew he didn't love her, but she wasn't just an ordinary friend either. He felt like they were childhood playmates, even though they had known each other for just half a year. He felt like he knew everything about her and that she knew everything about him. They could've been childhood friends, or brother and sister. He felt deeply connected with her; he felt her pains, and her happiness. And he knew she did too; she would grow worried if his breathing grew heavy. At the same time, Arrietty stared at the ceiling. She was also thinking about Sho. She definitely didn't and couldn't love him; he was a huge human bean that she couldn't possibly love. But she liked him very much. She felt her heart grow all warm and fuzzy when she saw him, but she wouldn't blush. They were definitely not friends either; their connections were much deeper than that. When he looked overly exhausted, she would feel her own energy draining like she was the one that had been exhausted. What was this eerie connection? She sighed, and turned over onto her side. She'd figure it out tomorrow. Her head was filled with numbers that just wouldn't leave.