Post by hotaru on Jan 13, 2007 12:38:58 GMT -5
Hotaru was wandering along aimlessly. America...America. Nothing like what she was used to. No shops selling fresh sushi or noodles...
I'd kill for a noodle bar rigt now... Oh well- Time to face the facts- I'm lost...This would have never happened in Osaka.Tears welled in Hotaru's brown eyes and ran down her face. She wiped them away with the sleeve of her white tee-shirt. The jeans she was wearing were too big- She should never have put them on. They were practically falling down. At least her long brown hair (loose) was ok.
"If I knock on a door, then I can tell whoever's in there my address and they can give me directions!" She decided (Translated from Japanese).
She walked up to the nearest house and knocked. To her surprise it was opened by the boy who (apparently) had drugs in his bike's saddle-bag things.
"Hello. I'm Hotaru. Can you please help me?" She stammered (English).
I'd kill for a noodle bar rigt now... Oh well- Time to face the facts- I'm lost...This would have never happened in Osaka.Tears welled in Hotaru's brown eyes and ran down her face. She wiped them away with the sleeve of her white tee-shirt. The jeans she was wearing were too big- She should never have put them on. They were practically falling down. At least her long brown hair (loose) was ok.
"If I knock on a door, then I can tell whoever's in there my address and they can give me directions!" She decided (Translated from Japanese).
She walked up to the nearest house and knocked. To her surprise it was opened by the boy who (apparently) had drugs in his bike's saddle-bag things.
"Hello. I'm Hotaru. Can you please help me?" She stammered (English).
