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Haruka.
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She sat in front of a mirror, brushing her sandy blonde hair. "It's too much
of a hassle." She thought. "I wonder if daddy would let me cut it short?
I'll ask him when he gets home."
She went and sat in the window of their apartment. Soon her father would be
home. Outside a group of boys played in the street. "I don't think daddy
would mind If I went out for a little bit."
She opened the door and ran down stairs. The sun was bright so she sheilded
her eyes. "HEY!" She ran over to the group of boys. "Hi, what are you doing."
"It's none of your business, GIRL." One boy said.
"Yeah. GIRL." Another chimed in.
"So what if I'm a girl. I could beat you any day." She glared at the boys.
"Oh yeah?" The first boy.
"YEAH!" She shouted just as the hum of a motorcycle approached.
The moter cycle pulled up beside the group causing the boys to back up and
her to beam.
"Haruka." The man on the motorcycle took off his helmet. He shook out his
mousy brown hair and looked at his daughter. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing Daddy." Haruka ran over to her father.
He picked her up put her on the seat in front of here. "Come on Haruka drive."
He laughed and put her hands on the handle bars then put his own over hers and
drove then to park.
The boys stood with their mouthes open.
When they stopped he put the kickstand down and stepped off.. He grabbed Haruka
and spun her around before sitting her down. "How's my Angel?"
"I'm fine, daddy but I was wondering....could I get my hair cut?" Haruka asked
her father.
"Well sure, you could use a trim." He answered as they walked to their home.
"No I mean like really short. uh.. Like a boy?" She made the cutest face she
could muster and looked at her father. "Please daddy."
"Um.. of course you can." He didn't seem convincing. "I'll take you tomorrow. I
have to catch the bus in an hour."
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Do you like so far? It's fun thinking about how they are the way they are.
Their parents? Just fun. Now onto the good stuff. (when I type it)
Haruka.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She sat in front of a mirror, brushing her sandy blonde hair. "It's too much
of a hassle." She thought. "I wonder if daddy would let me cut it short?
I'll ask him when he gets home."
She went and sat in the window of their apartment. Soon her father would be
home. Outside a group of boys played in the street. "I don't think daddy
would mind If I went out for a little bit."
She opened the door and ran down stairs. The sun was bright so she sheilded
her eyes. "HEY!" She ran over to the group of boys. "Hi, what are you doing."
"It's none of your business, GIRL." One boy said.
"Yeah. GIRL." Another chimed in.
"So what if I'm a girl. I could beat you any day." She glared at the boys.
"Oh yeah?" The first boy.
"YEAH!" She shouted just as the hum of a motorcycle approached.
The moter cycle pulled up beside the group causing the boys to back up and
her to beam.
"Haruka." The man on the motorcycle took off his helmet. He shook out his
mousy brown hair and looked at his daughter. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing Daddy." Haruka ran over to her father.
He picked her up put her on the seat in front of here. "Come on Haruka drive."
He laughed and put her hands on the handle bars then put his own over hers and
drove then to park.
The boys stood with their mouthes open.
When they stopped he put the kickstand down and stepped off.. He grabbed Haruka
and spun her around before sitting her down. "How's my Angel?"
"I'm fine, daddy but I was wondering....could I get my hair cut?" Haruka asked
her father.
"Well sure, you could use a trim." He answered as they walked to their home.
"No I mean like really short. uh.. Like a boy?" She made the cutest face she
could muster and looked at her father. "Please daddy."
"Um.. of course you can." He didn't seem convincing. "I'll take you tomorrow. I
have to catch the bus in an hour."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Do you like so far? It's fun thinking about how they are the way they are.
Their parents? Just fun. Now onto the good stuff. (when I type it)