As Kila saw the seal on my right hand, she stood back in disbelieve.
I put my hand back in my glove. "C'mon, There's others states with me."
I guide Kila to a bench, and see Michigan nearby.
"Michelle, come here!" She hears me and starts to walk over to us.
"*Humph* What do you want, Samuel?"
. . .
OH yea that's right. I didn't give you guys any picture of us.
Well, currently, i'm a "White" person, so to speak.
I about 5'10 and have a slightly bigger whitish-blue winter coat on
My Personality is nice, but fun. I like challenges!
Then there's Michelle(Michigan)
She is an African-American.
About 5'7 and wearing an open white winter coat with brown stripes. Under it is a small t-shirt.
She is mostly stuck up, but if you get to know her, she's pretty nice.
And with us is Kila, a nice Indian-American.
5'4, wearing a pink sweater.
She is very emotional sometimes.
Well, back to the conversation.
I look down."Michelle, she knows..."
Kila says quietly."Yes, I know that this is Ohio, Michelle."
Michigan was furious."Wha-! Ohio! Did you tell her!"
I look up scared as Michigan almost punched me in my face.
"Whoa! N-n-n-n-no! I don't know how, Michelle!"
"Umm... you're Michigan, right?"
Michigan stared at her. 'Yea, so?"
"C-C-Can I see your seal?"
"*Humph* Fine." Michigan pulls out her right hand from her pocket and showed it to Kila.