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Chapter One
Becca was a young Mametchi, she was a pale tan color and wore a baby-blue cap over her head. She had two small beady black eyes and a friendly appearence; but she wasn't feeling friendly today. She had just moved to the big Tama City and she wasn't happy about it.
Even though they had a bigger, nicer, apartment, and her Mother would have a better job she had to leave all her friends behind; again. It seemed her Mother and her were always moving around. This time, though, her Mother assured her; they were here to stay.
Yeah, right, she had thought.
Wrapping her rainbow scarf around her neck she headed down her street to Central Park, just a few blocks down from their new aparment. Golden, red, and orange leaves crunched softly beneath her feet as she walked and a chill autumn breeze wipped them across the path and out from harms' way. The October sky was dull, grey and heavy with what would soon become a soft drizzle.
The park was nice enough; foutains, open feilds, lanes and bike paths. There were duck ponds and benches and from word-of-mouth she had found out that there was a small lake at its' center. Making her way down one of the paths she smiled at the other children laughing and playing catch or tag. She missed those days. Edging closer to one of the benches she took a seat and looked out across the park.
Maybe this won't be so bad after-all, she thought to herself.
This looks like a nice enough place.
Becca was a young Mametchi, she was a pale tan color and wore a baby-blue cap over her head. She had two small beady black eyes and a friendly appearence; but she wasn't feeling friendly today. She had just moved to the big Tama City and she wasn't happy about it.
Even though they had a bigger, nicer, apartment, and her Mother would have a better job she had to leave all her friends behind; again. It seemed her Mother and her were always moving around. This time, though, her Mother assured her; they were here to stay.
Yeah, right, she had thought.
Wrapping her rainbow scarf around her neck she headed down her street to Central Park, just a few blocks down from their new aparment. Golden, red, and orange leaves crunched softly beneath her feet as she walked and a chill autumn breeze wipped them across the path and out from harms' way. The October sky was dull, grey and heavy with what would soon become a soft drizzle.
The park was nice enough; foutains, open feilds, lanes and bike paths. There were duck ponds and benches and from word-of-mouth she had found out that there was a small lake at its' center. Making her way down one of the paths she smiled at the other children laughing and playing catch or tag. She missed those days. Edging closer to one of the benches she took a seat and looked out across the park.
Maybe this won't be so bad after-all, she thought to herself.
This looks like a nice enough place.
