The Meeting and the Sign
I woke up in the hotel room, and could help the feeling of yearning that washed over me. I miss home so much, and my team of idiots. Dragging myself out of bed and to the window. Opening the blinds, I held up a hand to block the bright rays of the morning sun. Looking over the city I saw a crowd people scrambling around trying to get to places they need to go, and bumping into one another. They didn't even apologies, in fact, they acted like it was an everyday thing. Moving away from the window, I rubbed my arms, not because I was cold, but because I was trying to get rid of my anxiety from seeing such a crowed area. Like I said before, I hate crowed places.
Looking at the bags that were thrown on the floor the day before. I then sighed and picked them up. Looking through them, I got out my hygiene essentials and clothes, and then headed to the shower. Might as well start the day feeling clean, right?
Once I came out, I was wearing a red t-shirt, black jeans, and black socks. Rubbing my pink locks, with a fluffy white towel that the hotel provided, as I made my way back into my room. Gosh, it feels so good to be clean, especially after you arrive to a new world all bloody and covered in dirt! After setting the towel on a drying rack, I went to another one of the bags and took out a light gray backpack with accents of black leather here and there, some notebooks, a pencil pouch, fine tip sharpies, what I learned was called "mechanical pencils," and lead and eraser. If I'm going learn this language, I'm going to need to take notes. Stuffing all this into my backpack, I put my shoulder blade length hair into a messy ponytail, grabbed my hat, put on red sneakers, and began my adventure; to look for the library.
It took Sakura a while (more like a long while) to look for the library, but she finally found it. There she even met a young librarian, whose name was, Hunter, a Mexican American who spoke Sakura's language (which she learned was called Japanese in this world), Spanish (somewhat), and Korean. She had helped Sakura find a book that would help her learn and speak Korean.
Sakura had found Hunter as a good companion in this world, she didn't ask too many questions, seemed like she could keep a secret. So, Sakura figured, Hunter might be a good friend in this world.
"This is a good place to study, it's quiet and pretty private. This is often where I come to get away from people when I'm on break," Hunter said in Japanese, as she pulled a chair for Sakura to sit down.
"Thanks," Sakura whispered, as she sat down.
Hunter was about to take her leave, but stopped when a boy came in. She looked at him all serious and threatened, "If I find out you broke, ripped, or tore another book, I swear you will not only just owe the library more money, but you will not live to see another day." With that said, she left.
It is only safe to assume that Hunter is very protective of "her" books...
Sakura watched the exchange between the two, even though she had no idea what Hunter was saying. She knew by the tone of her voice that it was very threating and held promise. She could only wonder what was said to leave the man sweating bullets.
After he turned around, he saw her staring at him, and nervously laughed. "She's a little scary, isn't she? Don't worry she's always saying that, but I worry that one day she'll fallow though with it," he said.
Sakura was quite unsure what to do, so she settles with unsurely nodding in agreement before going back to her studies, as he gets a book to read. However, when she began to pronounce the words aloud, her pronunciation was sounded a little funny. This cause the guy to snort while turning a page of his book. She gave him a cold hard glare for laughing at her.
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