Hatchin pulled the duffel bag higher onto her shoulder. She was getting tired of walking. Maybe it was time to find another job and get a bike. She'd just celebrated a birthday making her about thirteen now. No one was there to celebrate it with her, or say it to her but she didn't care. "Dad" turned out to be just that, a "dad" and not a father. Michiko was gone and would come back to her later.
"Hah," she sighed. Setting her bag down and sitting on a much appreciated bench, she closed her eyes. When she opened them, she wasn't sure if she should scream or act naturally.