Up and down, scratching sounds. Over and through, I've still got no clue.
She fiddled with her pen, balancing it on her fingers, tapping it on the table. Her eyebrows drew together in frustration as she stared angrily at the paper in front of her. Barely legible cursive was scattered about, shaky loops and lines adorned the paper. Why couldn't she write in cursive?
Putting the pen to the paper yet again, she attempted to write cursive again. But alas, she just simply could not grasp the concept. Fist clenching, she wondered.
Who..who could teach me cursive?
Daniel strode into the library, spotting his best friend at a table in the far corner. Walking quickly towards her, he placed a fair-skinned hand on her shoulder.
"What's wrong? And who's handwriting is that? It looks awful!"
She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, feeling rather hurt. Was it really that bad?
"It's..it's my handwriting. I can't write cursive."
Daniel blinked his forest-green eyes before letting out a small laugh. He re-tied his hair into a ponytail before taking a seat next to her. Reaching an arm around her shoulder, he ignored her small cry of protest as he placed his hand on hers and started to guide the pen on the paper, creating one line of beautiful cursive.
He leaned back with a satisfied smirk on his face when he finished, for her face had lighted up with a bright red colour.
On the paper, he had beautifully written three simple words that changed her life forever.
I'm a zebra.