I stared at the dashboard, the road whizzing by out of the corner of my eye. As I stared, I fought the need to doze against my seat. It had been a long first week at school, meeting all of the stupid people and teachers. Mine was a big ditz and it was incredibly annoying to listen to her, but I had to.

Anyways, long story short the seat was really comfortable and I dozed off soon after me and my Mom got into the car and started driving. I was happily napping, sleeping like a rock, when my arch-nemesis showed up to disrupt my much needed beauty slumber.

The sun.

That incredibly bright, cheerful, good-for-nothing sun. Who cares if it keeps the world in a stable and suitable environment? It woke me up! Therefore it must go.

All right, all right, I'm over-reacting. I had to wake up anyway because we had arrived at the store. My Mom had apparently stopped by the ATM while I was sleeping, because she handed me the few hundred dollars from my savings when I woke up.

Then I stared at her, wondering if she was sick. But of course she wasn't, she looked perfectly normal. Though that hadn't stopped lady insanity before... But what mother gives her daughter a few hundred dollars from her savings to go shopping? Oh, right, I wasn't normal either.

I took it with a smile, hopping out of the car in front of the nearby sports store where I had seen ATs in the window once. We stepped through the sliding doors and the smell of new shoes and equipment was refreshing and the store itself was cool. Not freezing like the outside. I rubbed my arms out of habit anyway.

The store was larger inside then it looked from the outside and I looked around, lost on where to go. Nearing the back of the store I spotted the sign that said 'Sports Equipment' and headed there. After a minute or two of wandering I finally found the aisle I was looking for. Air Treks.

There had to be a hundred pairs there in different colors and styles and brands. It was just like shoe shopping (which almost literally terrified me). But I didn't have to spend an hour browsing this line for the best pair. There they were, sitting at the end in all of their perfection. Tall, black AT's that were obviously modeled after combat boots. The wheels were also dark and perfect looking. I smiled in contentment, but then came the real test. What size were they?

And on the chilly, fall day in Tokyo lady luck took my side because they had my size. Right on top. Costing just about what I had.

Fate I tell you. Fate.