The Drabble Diaries
by Tomoyo-chan
Disclaimer: I (still) do not own.
True First Meeting - June 11, 2012
Her sisters were fanatics, she decided. They had long since mastered the art of reading while walking, cooking, even taking a bath. But this was nuts. They had somehow figured out how to read and train at the same time. With sharpened paper.
Grabbing her stuffed frog and retreating out of the war zone, Anita glanced around the small hallway outside their apartment. Clouds were gathering overhead but it wasn't raining yet. If she hurried, she might make it to the park, where she could hide inside one of the structures. She was just heading out when she caught a glimpse of grey-blue hair. For some reason it seemed familiar, so she followed it around buildings and through alleyways.
Third or fourth alleyway along, however, the head had vanished. Shrugging it off, it was only a passing curiosity anyway, she turned to go back when a knife was pressed at her throat. 'What a day to not have a book.' she thought.
She still had her frog though. Twirling around, she used it as a cushion between her and the knife; a seam ripped along its stomach. The same grey-blue hair met her eyes before something hit the back of her head and darkness descended.
When she woke two hours later in the park, she could not remember getting there, could not really even remember leaving the house. But Froggy-tan had a newly sewn seam and her clothes were soaking wet.