Hiro looked down at the letters in his hands, reading them again, then one more time for good measure. He still could barely believe what he was reading. He never would have thought that he'd open his eyes and find himself in a completely different place, a completely different world. It was almost like one of Fred's comic books. Unreal.
At first the waking up part hadn't been so bad, except for the headache that came with it. The surroundings were a little familiar since he came from a city with many Asian influences. But then it hit home when he read the contents of the envelope that had been by the bed. His backpack was by the bedside table thankfully, but that was the only thing that was truly his and familiar.
The teenager blinked at the apartment keys that had been in the envelope. The intelligent part of him understood the logistics of the situation. However the rest of him that was a 14 year old boy was in disbelief and trying not to think that he was alone; not wanting to feel the pain of that realization.
Putting the letters and keys back in the envelope, Hiro ran his hands repeatedly through his mussed up black hair. “This can't be happening...” He sighed, getting up off the bed and stuffing the envelope in his backpack. He paced around the room for a while – but his racing thoughts brought little comfort. Finally with another sigh of resignation, he picked up his backpack and pushed the door open to leave, determined to figure out how to get out of this mess.
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Downstairs, Hiro had pulled out his ball cap from his backpack and tugged it on over his dishevelled hair, pulling it low over his eyes. It used to belong to his brother and he wasn't parted from it very often. He didn't cut an intimidating figure at all, being barely 5 feet tall and very slender. His hair was black and his eyes were almond shaped; clearly of Asian descent.
One of the helpers in the Welcome Center had given him a large mug of hot chocolate when he had first come down. He had thanked her politely, but had shyly shrugged off any offers for hugs or words of comfort. The misplaced teen had found a quiet corner to sit in where he could look out the window and watch the rain and passerby. He knew he should probably get something to eat, but he had a lot to process at the moment. It didn't help, knowing that he was far from home and separated from friends and his Aunt Cass.
He sipped the hot chocolate, staring almost sullenly out of the window, clearly deep in thought.
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Hiro looked down at the letters in his hands, reading them again, then one more time for good measure. He still could barely believe what he was reading. He never would have thought that he'd open his eyes and find himself in a completely different place, a completely different world. It was almost like one of Fred's comic books. Unreal.
At first the waking up part hadn't been so bad, except for the headache that came with it. The surroundings were a little familiar since he came from a city with many Asian influences. But then it hit home when he read the contents of the envelope that had been by the bed. His backpack was by the bedside table thankfully, but that was the only thing that was truly his and familiar.
The teenager blinked at the apartment keys that had been in the envelope. The intelligent part of him understood the logistics of the situation. However the rest of him that was a 14 year old boy was in disbelief and trying not to think that he was alone; not wanting to feel the pain of that realization.
Putting the letters and keys back in the envelope, Hiro ran his hands repeatedly through his mussed up black hair. “This can't be happening...” He sighed, getting up off the bed and stuffing the envelope in his backpack. He paced around the room for a while – but his racing thoughts brought little comfort. Finally with another sigh of resignation, he picked up his backpack and pushed the door open to leave, determined to figure out how to get out of this mess.
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Downstairs, Hiro had pulled out his ball cap from his backpack and tugged it on over his dishevelled hair, pulling it low over his eyes. It used to belong to his brother and he wasn't parted from it very often. He didn't cut an intimidating figure at all, being barely 5 feet tall and very slender. His hair was black and his eyes were almond shaped; clearly of Asian descent.
One of the helpers in the Welcome Center had given him a large mug of hot chocolate when he had first come down. He had thanked her politely, but had shyly shrugged off any offers for hugs or words of comfort. The misplaced teen had found a quiet corner to sit in where he could look out the window and watch the rain and passerby. He knew he should probably get something to eat, but he had a lot to process at the moment. It didn't help, knowing that he was far from home and separated from friends and his Aunt Cass.
He sipped the hot chocolate, staring almost sullenly out of the window, clearly deep in thought.