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Mari Hisami sat quietly by the front outside tree of her old house. The white trim chipping and falling off every day. One single window shattered by the Halloween pranking kids right next to the broken wooden steps to the old oak door. "Dame! It looks like it gonna rain!", Mari said as she grabbed her stitched side bag and running down the street into the city.
"Its 6pm and I am so late for the library!", she kept running towards the central library in the pouring night rain. "Sorry Ms. Hisami, as I said the library is now closed for the rest of the week.", the librarian lady said while locking up the front doors. "I understand…", Mari sighed waving "good-bye" to the librarian as she opened her umbrella and ran to her car.
Mari reached into her bag to get her jacket, but of course she left it at home. "Dame! Again!", she growled and ran across the street into the old church. "I am drenched", Mari said with another sigh twisting her hair to get the water droppings out.
"Gods or power, gods of might, I bid you now, stop this plight. Stop this rain we need no more, let if fall, nevermore.", a man said. Mari walked down the alter to a dusty shadow door that was cracked open and filled with light and the voice of a young priest.
"Um…uh…h-hello?", Mari whispered loud enough for the man to turn towards her direction. "Who are you and why are you here?", the young priest. "Hisami", Mari said shyly. "Hisami? First name?", he replied back quickly. "Oh! Mari! Mari Hisami and I am sorry I came here.", she said and started walking out of the room and back down the alter.
"WAIT! I didn't get to introduce myself! I am Matthew Florence, the priest at this church.", Matthew said grabbing Mari's light grass-green hair. "Is this died or natural?", he ask observing her hair closely.
"Natural? Why?", she asked back grabbing her hair and putting it back down on her shoulder. "Interesting. I have never seen different color hair as natural as yours.", he added smiling.
"AH!", Mari yelled covered in cold sweat from the same nightmare she has had every night since meeting Matthew. "Not again…", Mari told her self crying into her hands.
"HEY! YOU IDIOTIC KIDS!", Mari yelled swiftly standing up and running to the edge of her old fence. "Ugh! Why do they do that!", Mari asked her self picking up the glass and placing them gentle into her hand.
"Its 6pm and I am so late for the library!", she kept running towards the central library in the pouring night rain. "Sorry Ms. Hisami, as I said the library is now closed for the rest of the week.", the librarian lady said while locking up the front doors. "I understand…", Mari sighed waving "good-bye" to the librarian as she opened her umbrella and ran to her car.
Mari reached into her bag to get her jacket, but of course she left it at home. "Dame! Again!", she growled and ran across the street into the old church. "I am drenched", Mari said with another sigh twisting her hair to get the water droppings out.
"Gods or power, gods of might, I bid you now, stop this plight. Stop this rain we need no more, let if fall, nevermore.", a man said. Mari walked down the alter to a dusty shadow door that was cracked open and filled with light and the voice of a young priest.
"Um…uh…h-hello?", Mari whispered loud enough for the man to turn towards her direction. "Who are you and why are you here?", the young priest. "Hisami", Mari said shyly. "Hisami? First name?", he replied back quickly. "Oh! Mari! Mari Hisami and I am sorry I came here.", she said and started walking out of the room and back down the alter.
"WAIT! I didn't get to introduce myself! I am Matthew Florence, the priest at this church.", Matthew said grabbing Mari's light grass-green hair. "Is this died or natural?", he ask observing her hair closely.
"Natural? Why?", she asked back grabbing her hair and putting it back down on her shoulder. "Interesting. I have never seen different color hair as natural as yours.", he added smiling.
"AH!", Mari yelled covered in cold sweat from the same nightmare she has had every night since meeting Matthew. "Not again…", Mari told her self crying into her hands.
"HEY! YOU IDIOTIC KIDS!", Mari yelled swiftly standing up and running to the edge of her old fence. "Ugh! Why do they do that!", Mari asked her self picking up the glass and placing them gentle into her hand.
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