PINK FLOWERS TURNED new leafs turning to dust below our shoes and drifting away until they decided it was time to come back and blossom again; Mae Chung was walking along the path that lead to all the many trees.
Of different colours and different storys; much like the world we are all made up of different colours and different storys. She was Japanese, no she didn't look like a stereotypical Japanese girl, why is it that we always stereotype things.
Mae Chung always thought it was unfair how people always said she had squinted eyes and plain black hair just like every other Japanese person; which was far from the truth.
Everyone person is unique; maybe some like alike in some ways but they will never be the same; no one person is like another; that's just the truth.
[ authors note ]
The first blurb of many...
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Adventure
Short Story07: "In which a girl tell a bunch of teenagers all about adventure."
