Opening my eyes, the scenery around me seems to be very nostalgic; but I couldn't remember where this place is.
Decided to investigate the place, I walked around the area to see if there would be any clues or hints that would be able to tell me where I am right now. Sadly, there's none.
My ears perked up when the sound of an object falling resounded somewhere. Alarmed, I did my best to navigate my way around the place to get to that place.
Perhaps, I could be of service to someone.
"What is a little brat like you doing out here in the streets, huh?!"
Sounds of objects being scattered around is what I hear. And when I peer over a wall, I see...
... Someone who seems to be a younger version of me?
"I-I'm sorry.." Apologized the orange haired girl, blinking her already teary eyes to most likely stop the water works.
This scene, reminded me of what happened with Ryou at the mall.
"You sure as hell should be sorry! I hate kids gettin' in my way!" Exclaimed the old man who was scolding the little version of me. His fists were clenched because of anger, as if ready to pounce any moment on her now.
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A Purpose ¦ Shokugeki no Souma ¦
Fanfiction❌ DISCONTINUED ❌ ♚ Second place winner in the SnS WA ♚ ❝You have given me a purpose to cook again.❞ ●○●○● Ever since waking up from her coma, Amaki Momoka was told to not dwell at her past at all by the doctor. She was told by a relative of hers tha...
