A world with you

Capital of Miyazaki

The smell of fresh bread lingered in the air. May had already strolled miles to what looked like a Utopia of goodness: Markets of juicy fruits and healthy vegetables, stalls of shimmering vases and exotic ceramic pottery, children playing along the sideways, people smiling at the beautiful views and formal guards patrolling the area. May's face now had a streak of smile-

I've made it, finally... Now i gotta get familiar with the people here. 

The tired girl started walking along the path which intersected into a lively market. Shop owners calling out for eager customers, waving their sweaty hands around. Cries like-

Fruit seller: GET YOUR ORANGES HERE! APPLES AS RIPE THAT WHEN THEY ENTER THE MOUTH YOU FEEL LIKE IN PARADISE! PINEAPPLES ANYONE?

May giggled at all the impressions, looking ahead at her path which was now trailed with flowers and trees by the boundaries. A young girl bumps into May, with a graceful squeal of incidence.
The young girl's hair flows in the wind, gazing into May's eyes. Having a sandwich in hand she says-

Unknown Young girl: O-oh! Sorry Miss! *bows* ill be careful next time!

May shakes her head. Hey its fine, sorry i wasn't paying attention-

A loud, echoing voice overcame the streets: YOU SILLY BRAT! COME BACK!

Unknown Young girl: *hides behind may* e-ek!

Hmm? A sigh of confusion raised from May, until an old man approached her. The old man looked desperately left to right. His eyes coiled, one tainted white because of his lack of vision.

U mm Sir, can i help you?

Old man: Have you seen a young girl with long black hair holding a sandwich? 

I raise my eye brow, pretending to know nothing. No sir i haven't seen any young girl you speak of-

Old man: *grabs may by the collar* dont joke with me brat!