Amane
Fourteen…. Thirteen… Twelve… Oh, I think I spotted one that looks like Mr. Dickens. Amane thought sarcastically as she continued to watch the roaming clouds from her plane window. A trip France… It had taken all she was worth to convince her dear mother to allow her to travel with her friends.
Travelling alone isn’t safe she says, says the woman who works as a flight attendant. Amane couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the memory. Guess her dad was right; she got her stubbornness from him… Speaking of father… Hers was currently in Paris, tied down on one of those business meetings the man loathed with a passion. Oh well, sucks to be him. “Yeah… That I can agree on.” She chirped at her friend’s sudden query. “Oh look, I think I saw a cloud that looks like our math teacher.” She joked.