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Not a Care In The World
This Story Is based on the time around the 2nd World War, Hiroshima.
All Characters are Fictional.
I woke up, my eyes blinking open. I, at that moment, had not a care in the world. I stepped into my wooden slippers, trudging slowly down the stairs. 'Good Morning.' My mother told me, in the kitchen, making miso soup. 'Finish the miso. I'm going to pick some vegetables now. See you at 12!'
'Bye!' I Shouted to her .
I ate my miso and stayed at home.
I am Yuri, a 18 year old girl in 1945, Fuchu. The next day, my family had some news...
'IM GETTING MARRIED!.. WHAT!? TO WHO!?'
'We don't know yet, but they live in Hiroshima, a nearby city.' One of my sisters said while eating steamed rice.
'Ughhhh...' I groaned to myself. 'The train is ready for you soon in a couple days, you know Yuri.' my other sister told me. 'WHAT?' I muttered to myself quietly. 'Pardon?' She asked. 'Uh.. Nothing..'
Three Days Later,
I arrived at the train station, accompanied by many young girls, around my age. I joined in the back of the line, waiting. I was not entirely sure what to do, so I copied a girl with black hair in front of me. Every person began to walk forwards, including others, the people that were not getting married. Steam in the train began to...
All Characters are Fictional.
I woke up, my eyes blinking open. I, at that moment, had not a care in the world. I stepped into my wooden slippers, trudging slowly down the stairs. 'Good Morning.' My mother told me, in the kitchen, making miso soup. 'Finish the miso. I'm going to pick some vegetables now. See you at 12!'
'Bye!' I Shouted to her .
I ate my miso and stayed at home.
I am Yuri, a 18 year old girl in 1945, Fuchu. The next day, my family had some news...
'IM GETTING MARRIED!.. WHAT!? TO WHO!?'
'We don't know yet, but they live in Hiroshima, a nearby city.' One of my sisters said while eating steamed rice.
'Ughhhh...' I groaned to myself. 'The train is ready for you soon in a couple days, you know Yuri.' my other sister told me. 'WHAT?' I muttered to myself quietly. 'Pardon?' She asked. 'Uh.. Nothing..'
Three Days Later,
I arrived at the train station, accompanied by many young girls, around my age. I joined in the back of the line, waiting. I was not entirely sure what to do, so I copied a girl with black hair in front of me. Every person began to walk forwards, including others, the people that were not getting married. Steam in the train began to...
