Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I own Jason Johnson. Yamatos.girl, Who
knows – more to the point who cares, and Ralph Wiggum have been kind enough
to let me write about their characters.
The Cast: Savannah Laurel.
The Heart of America, no I'm not talking about someplace around Kansas or Nebraska, but Washington DC. This city is filled with numerous museums, historical sites, and of course the United States government. The Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, Jefferson Memorial, and other dedications to presidents passed attract many visitors on a daily basis. The Smithsonian attracts many of the same individuals. With all of this busy tourism, it is amazing that anyone can get any work done, both in and around the city.
Savannah Laurel was in the process of studying at the library of congress. For some reason she seemed drawn to the subject of history. Art interested her too. The atmosphere of art galleries and museums must have affected her to desire the knowledge of the past. Just then, many tourists showed up, and began to be very noisy. No one realized that she was trying to work in peace and quiet.
Sighing in frustration, the 16-year-old gave in to the mobs of people pouring into the building from outside. She knew that they weren't being rude on purpose; she just believed them to be ignorant. Searching for some solitude she moved to the exit, with her long black hair trailing behind her. Here she noticed that with all the people here, the best place for her to be alone was her house. Moving into the river of bodies, she began walking. Her brown eyes were fixated on the book she was reading. Savannah began to think that no one was noticing her, because she had just been bumped into three times. Ignoring the torrents of people all around her she began to make her way to the nearby subway. Inside a train that would take her out of the city and towards her home, she began to examine her surroundings. Here she is, a young woman, who dressed in baggy clothes, had black hair, and eyes that bring out the Asian in her blood, riding a nearly empty subway train just so she could get some time alone.
The train approached her stop and she prepared herself for a long walk to her apartment building. When Savannah got to her apartment, she noticed that her parents were still at work. Enjoying the solitude she swiftly went to her room. She plopped down on her bed and began to think about the incident at the library.
'I can't let every little thing get to me,' she thought. 'Sure I had a right to stay in that building and study in peace, I was there first. I hate my life. With my parents never around, friends that I can never visit, I have a right to hate it.'
Numerous notions filled her head as to what her next course of action would be. Suicide was the first that she thought. She believed that she didn't belong on this world and that she should end it here and then. But then another thought came to mind:
'Hold on, I don't have it that bad…compared to the people living in the Middle East. I have it better than practically the whole world. I just need to learn to cope with the hardships in my life. My problems are insignificant compared to those abroad,' she thought.
Just then an orange object slowly materialized right next to her hand. She picked it up and discovered that it was an orange watch.
'Maybe this is a "gift" because I stopped being selfish,' she thought sarcastically. Wanting to see how it would look with her boyish clothes, she placed it on her wrist and fastened it in place.
Just then an orange light hit her. When the light vanished everything was the same except the "girl with all the problems" had vanished without a trace.
Ok, that was the next chapter, Ralph Wiggum, you need to tell me if you like it or not. Sorry that it's short, but I've got a serious case of writers block. I'll probably write one more introduction today so look sharp and it might be your character that I introduce next.
The Cast: Savannah Laurel.
The Heart of America, no I'm not talking about someplace around Kansas or Nebraska, but Washington DC. This city is filled with numerous museums, historical sites, and of course the United States government. The Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, Jefferson Memorial, and other dedications to presidents passed attract many visitors on a daily basis. The Smithsonian attracts many of the same individuals. With all of this busy tourism, it is amazing that anyone can get any work done, both in and around the city.
Savannah Laurel was in the process of studying at the library of congress. For some reason she seemed drawn to the subject of history. Art interested her too. The atmosphere of art galleries and museums must have affected her to desire the knowledge of the past. Just then, many tourists showed up, and began to be very noisy. No one realized that she was trying to work in peace and quiet.
Sighing in frustration, the 16-year-old gave in to the mobs of people pouring into the building from outside. She knew that they weren't being rude on purpose; she just believed them to be ignorant. Searching for some solitude she moved to the exit, with her long black hair trailing behind her. Here she noticed that with all the people here, the best place for her to be alone was her house. Moving into the river of bodies, she began walking. Her brown eyes were fixated on the book she was reading. Savannah began to think that no one was noticing her, because she had just been bumped into three times. Ignoring the torrents of people all around her she began to make her way to the nearby subway. Inside a train that would take her out of the city and towards her home, she began to examine her surroundings. Here she is, a young woman, who dressed in baggy clothes, had black hair, and eyes that bring out the Asian in her blood, riding a nearly empty subway train just so she could get some time alone.
The train approached her stop and she prepared herself for a long walk to her apartment building. When Savannah got to her apartment, she noticed that her parents were still at work. Enjoying the solitude she swiftly went to her room. She plopped down on her bed and began to think about the incident at the library.
'I can't let every little thing get to me,' she thought. 'Sure I had a right to stay in that building and study in peace, I was there first. I hate my life. With my parents never around, friends that I can never visit, I have a right to hate it.'
Numerous notions filled her head as to what her next course of action would be. Suicide was the first that she thought. She believed that she didn't belong on this world and that she should end it here and then. But then another thought came to mind:
'Hold on, I don't have it that bad…compared to the people living in the Middle East. I have it better than practically the whole world. I just need to learn to cope with the hardships in my life. My problems are insignificant compared to those abroad,' she thought.
Just then an orange object slowly materialized right next to her hand. She picked it up and discovered that it was an orange watch.
'Maybe this is a "gift" because I stopped being selfish,' she thought sarcastically. Wanting to see how it would look with her boyish clothes, she placed it on her wrist and fastened it in place.
Just then an orange light hit her. When the light vanished everything was the same except the "girl with all the problems" had vanished without a trace.
Ok, that was the next chapter, Ralph Wiggum, you need to tell me if you like it or not. Sorry that it's short, but I've got a serious case of writers block. I'll probably write one more introduction today so look sharp and it might be your character that I introduce next.