12-02-2004, 04:32 AM
âWonderful.â Kei muttered unhappily, ready to storm her way back up to the compound and her room, âI can make things explode, but Iâm sent away to keep a low profile because WWII pilots are on our beach, and Iâm Japanese.â She looked at Chandi pitifully, âCome check on me in about an hour, make sure I havenât committed suicide with the ice cream spoon.â She shot a look at the pilots, âIâm Hawaiian too, ya know.â Kei gave a disgruntled little noise, turning to storm back up the hill.
âI hate my luck.â She muttered to herself as she began to make her way to the building, the thought of ice cream only marginally bringing her spirits up; she wasnât happy to see the pilots, and she knew that they probably wouldnât care that she was a native to Oahu and knew the history behind Pearl Harborâ¦nope, because to them her slanty eyes and heritage meant she was the enemy. At least she didnât have to play baby-sitter though, she wasnât sure she could handle that job right now.
âI hate my luck.â She muttered to herself as she began to make her way to the building, the thought of ice cream only marginally bringing her spirits up; she wasnât happy to see the pilots, and she knew that they probably wouldnât care that she was a native to Oahu and knew the history behind Pearl Harborâ¦nope, because to them her slanty eyes and heritage meant she was the enemy. At least she didnât have to play baby-sitter though, she wasnât sure she could handle that job right now.
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