10-19-2005, 02:55 PM
Ryo had just finished up practicing with Gregg and the others. Her throat was raw from singing and hunger. Her skin was turning lighter by the minute. She hated who she was, but had no choice in the matter. She went home and dropped off her stuff, grabbed her black coat and went out again to find some dinner.
As she walked the streets she stepped in a pile of ash. She bent down and touched it, then looked up and around, but no one was there. She continued her hunt.
Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught. Oscar Wilde