A Whateley Academy Tale
Another Day, We Were Going Where ?
Sunday, September 3rd, 2006
Poe Cottage, Whateley Academy
I was trying to concentrate on calming down when I became aware of the girl next to me. She looked to be about 12 years old and was staring at me and I was starting to become a bit nervous. She seemed to be paying a lot of attention to my hair. Our eyes met and suddenly she dropped her eyes.
“What, you’ve never seen hair that looked like this before?”
She squirmed a little and peeked up at me through her hair. “Um, no, not really. I mean, not in real life.”
I started to get a little more nervous. Maybe she just knew about anime and possibly Tenchi and was just curious or maybe she was part of something more sinister. Of course, maybe it was just because I had been living in a basement for several weeks and was just being paranoid.
“How do you do it? It’s really cool! I saw you in the station, and I thought you’d just used a ton of mousse or something. It’s almost like ...”
Maybe she was trying to find out if I was the escapee from Colorado. Some people were still looking for me. If I encouraged her maybe I could find out more. “What? Go ahead, I’ve heard it all.”
“Well, it’s like anime hair. Only real life. You know, animation, uh, Japanese cartoons?”
I just stared at her. Maybe she was just interested in anime.