I look through the clearance rack at the store. Let's see, I just need something to hide from the cops…wait, this is ridiculous, are they actually going to bother trying to catch someone who ran from a cop for sleeping on a bench…
I sigh…
No…but they will search for someone who assaulted a cop and stole his gun…then they'll probably find out that I used said gun to mug a student.
I see a black baseball cap…perfect. I grab it off the rack. I search through the shirts trying to find something, anything in my size.
Shit…no larges or extra-larges. I have to find something. I hear a passing squad car with its sirens on…if that cop gave them a description of me, I have to hurry this up.
I'm gonna have to leave the clearance section to find anything.
Someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around, "(^&^ )%(* !#$" a girl asks.
"I'm sorry I don't speak…I'm a little…I just need a large shirt," I doubt my accompanying hand motions help at all.
"Oh, you American?"
"Yes…oh thank god, you speak English."
"Oh, no worry. I know just what you need." She walks me over to a rack and pulls off a coat, "this fit you well," I try it on, it would be perfect. But I look at the price-tag….shit…20,000 yen.
"I'm sorry, but this is too much," I pull off the coat.
"How much you spend?"
"10,000."
"Hmm…" she thinks about it, "Oh, I know," she drags me to another rack, "here," she pulls off a sweatshirt. It's grey with something written in Japanese on the front.
I read the price-tag. It's only 5,000 yen…perfect. But the Japanese strikes me, "Umm, it's good, but what does this say?" I point to it.
"Oh that? It say 'I love Tokyo.'" under normal circumstances I'd keep searching, but now is not the time to be picky.
"Perfect." I grit my teeth and smile. The girl rings me up and I put on the sweatshirt and hat as I leave the store. As a cop car passes by I pull the hat low over my eyes. They can't keep this search up for too long. They have to call it off soon…they wouldn't spend so much time on such a case, they'll probably drop it in a day or two…but regardless…
I walk until I come across a diner. I head in and the hostess comes up to me, "*(*_ #^(*& %)(*"
"Uh…" shit, nothing's going my way today, "just one." I hold up a finger.
"(*" she says, sounding pretty doubtful, probably because I won't be able to read anything on the menu, but she leads me to a table and leaves a menu.
"Thanks," I say as she leaves.
I open the menu. Thankfully some of the choices have pictures next to them, and it doesn't look too expensive.
Shit, this sucks. I have to find a way home, while hiding from the police in a country where I don't speak any of the language.
"(*& (* *" I look up. The waitress is asking for my order, I think.
"Um," I look at the menu and point at what looks like a pretty basic rice dish, "Can I get whatever this is?"
She looks at the picture and nods before taking the menu and heading back to the kitchen.
I sit at the table for a few minutes before the waitress returns with my food. She puts it on the table, bows, and says something before heading off.
Once the smell of the food hits me I realize just how hungry I am. I break the chopsticks, pick up a chunk of rice, and start eating. "Thank you Benihana," I say with a smile as I eat the meal. "Well, at least something turned out right for once."
I finish the meal and sit at the booth for a few minutes, content with the relaxing atmosphere, before the waitress comes back with my check. "Thank you," I say as she walks off, and I pull what's left of my funds out of my pocket.
I look at the bill. It's only a little under 300 yen. And I know I need to be careful with what I've got, but I'd feel bad if I didn't leave a tip, especially after having spent a summer waiting tables myself. It's not much, but I leave her an extra 100-yen coin and stand up to leave. But as I start to head out I notice a payphone outside of the diner. "Perfect," I smile and rush out the door.
I pick up the phone, deposit the fee, and dialed the number—with the long distance fee, though I doubt it'll make the call.
"Please work, please work, please work" I say into the receiver, but all I get is a voice saying, "(*&% %)* )()."
Hopeful that it's just saying something along the lines of 'For an overseas call, please deposit x amount of money' I deposit all the coins in my pocket, and the phone starts ringing.
"Yes," I shout in excitement as I eagerly await my mother's voice on the other end of the line…
"Hello?" her voice comes through the earpiece of the phone, I'm almost about to jump for joy.
"Mom, it's me."
"Who is this?" she snaps at me…she must be angry or something…probably that I wasn't home.
"It's your son…Aaron…I know this might sound crazy, but I'm in Japan and…"
"You little prick," she yells, "my son goes missing after his wrecked car is found on fire on the side of the road, and you call with this sick prank?"
"But Mom, it is me?"
"Really? And what are you doing in Japan? What, you didn't think I'd ignore the caller ID did you?" wait, is she serious? "Who is this? David Skinner? I swear, I'm going to tell your mother about this, and when I do—" she gets cut off by a beep and the voice from before says something in Japanese—probably asking for more money—and I hang up.
"Fuck" I say under my breath, fighting tears, "she didn't believe me…what am I going to do now…"
I walk out of the booth and down the road…
And why the fuck would she think David Skinner would call her…from Japan? I haven't seen him since he got expelled for trying to throw that middleschooler out a window
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