I am completely nervous. This is my first STORY story...
She glanced around at the tall buildings that were all around her. Heavy fog covered the area like a shroud of white silk. The people were dressed in heavy clothing, and thick scarves flew in the breeze.
She was dressed in some of the same outfit, but just a long, violet scarf hung around her neck. She was in the everyday school outfit, and the boots that ran to the middle of her thighs, with high heels that boosted her to an amazing Five foot, and Two inches.
She was naturally short, barely making it to Four Foot, Eleven Inches. Her hair was jagged and short cut, bangs falling over an eye, or between them at all points. Her skin was pale colored, and she had a beautiful, exotic tilt to her eyes, making them almost cat line. Her pupils seemed arctic water blue against the ice-blue coloration, with black, and long, black eye lashes framing them.
Her nose was small, and perfect shaped, but her lips were a reddish-purple color from the cold, and full. She was busty for Sixteen, having extremely large breast, but a petite figure, that had an hour glass shape. Her legs were shapely, showing she was a runner, but her most outstanding feature was that look.
It was blank, utterly black. No melancholy tint to it, or a hidden scowl. Her eyes, naturally so sharp looking was frightening to stare at, and her eyes fluttered closed here and every from the cold wind.
She could smell autumn scents of up-turned earth, decaying leaves, and the musk of maple trees. It was a nice day today. She caught sight of the school, her older brother, who had packed on warm clothes that morning, headed ahead of her.
She stopped, unsure suddenly.
"What is it, Jigoku?" He turned to look at her, his hands behind his head.
"Uh... I really don't feel well. I am heading home, kay?" She murmured to him softly, her eyes shining.
He nodded, and continued on without her, as she veered to the right, and made a U-turn for the Russian Sushi shop she had caught sight of earlier.
"Hello! Try sushi! It very fresh!" He called out, smiling and waving a flier in a large hand. He could've crushed crushed the tiny girl as she approached him.
"The Sushi here is good?" She asked politely. He nodded, smiling down at her softly. This girl had Russian in her. He could tell from her look.
"Are you from Russia?" He asked her, a tad blunt for Japanese sake.
"My father is Russian, yes." She smiled. "But I have lived in America most of my life." She nodded quietly, as if to agree with her own words.
"Ah! You are a friend of Simon's then!" He gave a big hearty laugh. She smiled, and laughed alongside him, her eyes glittering. "Yes, the Sushi here is good." He finally reassured her question.
She nodded, and said her goodbyes to him, and went inside for a little taste.
Little did she know, a flea was watching this new prey quite closely.