I stepped off the plane slowly embracing every moment. I loved it. Japanese air seemed better. It seemed like a whole new world. I never felt better. The sound of Japanese echoed through the airports halls. A few foreigners every once in a while could be seen. The smell of unfamiliar foods from airport cafés lingered throught the entire building. The veiw of Mt. Fuji was amazing. I squished my face into the airport glass. Freshly cleaned, i left a face mark and hand prints on the window. Some one will have to clean that. I trotted away from the window. My "study abroad family" is somewhere in here. I don't know where but somewhere. The signs, The talking, every thing, everything was in hirigana. I mean everything. My mind instantly was in pain. I ran to the baggage claim dodging security grabbing my suitcase and hid in the crowed walking slowly to my japanese family. There they were. Gorgeously laced in kimmonos. Faces painted in white and red. They all seemed so tall in their geta shoes. They were beautiful. They held a sign reading lucena. Thats them. I took a deep breath. (Hello. My name is Amber) "こんにちは私の名前は琥珀です" they bowed so i bowed as well. I lost my balance falling face forward into the tallest of the woman. "ごめんなさい！ごめんなさい！ごめんなさい！だいじょうぶですか？謝罪します" (i'm so sorry! sorry! Sorry! are you alright? i apologize!) i sqeaked. Squirming around inside of her kimono. As of which. She was stuck in. The woman sqealed. She lifted the kimono pulling me away. "It is fine." she states bowing. I look to her and giggle like a total idiot a bow back to her. She was actually real. Geisha and maikos are real. They were so beautiful. They could take anyone's breath away.
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American Geisha
Historical FictionA young American girl, Amber Lucena is a study abroad student. She has 4 months to prove her dedication to the arts. She refuses to leave kyoto to return home from her studying experience. Many Geisha houses turn her down. Many of kyotos geishas hou...
