#insong

..What on earth was that.

Self-betterment program?.. Did she ever sign up for such a thing? Sure, she had her problems.. but was something like this.. well, necessary? Who knows what her past-self has done. For all she knew, she could've signed up as some test subject in a lab and she wouldn't remember it even today. Maybe that's why she's always zoned out.. she should find the antido-

Oh.

Blinking her dark eyes, that robot was gone.. Was this some game of hide-and-seek? How peculiar. What did she even make of all this? Even she didn't know.. maybe later everything will kick in, but for now, she just stood there perfectly still. Of course, besides her picking at her sweater subconsciously. Maybe a nervous tick, even though she seemed perfectly calm, perhaps even.. asleep. 

Looking around, there still seemed to be quite a few people around.. she wondered what they were like. Instead of actually approaching them, she stood at the sidelines, watching. Waiting for someone to maybe strike up a conversation with her. Of course, there probably wasn't much chance of that happening, with people either being too distracted to care or too nervous, which it was a good division between the two.

Back at home, a relatively decent town, the neighbors were welcoming and smiled brightly at the girl. They loved her, everyone loved her. Everything was perfe-

Of course, the dream wasn't allowed to reach its acme, as the the desultory girl's eyes fluttered open. Subconsciously, she had been grateful for the interruption, since the dream would've done nothing but deride her if it were to go on much longer. What a cruel joke her mind decided to play on her.

Laying on a bench, which admittedly was not comfortable in the least, she rubbed one of her dark, almost black-colored eyes as she pulled herself up. Taking a glance around, she was confused momentarily, prior to being distracted by a flashing light on the bench beside her. Blinking a few times to register it even being there, she picked it up, tapping on it once or twice to browse through it, read the little message - how cute was that? - and let it fall into her pocket.

Sitting here probably wasn't going to solve anything. Despite just waking up, she had many questions.. To get anywhere though, she would need that map.

Pulling it back out with a sigh, she located the maps and looked over it a few times as she began walking. Her destination being the gift shop, that was the way she was headed. Now, I don't know about you, but not watching where you're walking tends to be a problem, especially if you're Kagome Setsuko, a renowned song-writer. Or rather, not renowned at all, because who the hell has heard that name? Nobody, that's who. It didn't matter though, as this was how she preferred things to be.

There was a reason why not watching where you're stepping was a generally bad idea. Example A being the black-haired beauty walking right into an innocent bystander. Keeping a tight grip on her electronic card, she looked at them, but didn't say anything for the first few moments, not even an apology. 

Say something.