{ Lost Little Lamb | classydatacode }
With the settling of the autumn leaves on the ground, her brown suede shoes crunched them against the pavement, the wind washing the remains away and spreading them throughout the orphanage. Fall's golden and orange leaves brought with it uneasiness and discomfort; Fukawa normally stayed in her room during this time. With the constant noises outside her room, however, she soon realized she needed a much quieter place to study, read, and write. Stepping inside, she turned towards the library with a stack of papers held close to her chest and a pen tucked in the pocket of her skirt.
She rounded the corner and--wham!
Bone met bone and Fukawa felt herself knocked to the floor without any time to react, her glasses smeared across her face and resting on her forehead as opposed to her nose. The papers she once held in her arms were now scattered across the floor, some torn under her shoes and with dark footprint marks on them. For a minute, she sat in utter silence, attempting to regain her thoughts and mull over exactly what just happened.
When she'd come to her senses, she fixed her glasses and looked at the person she'd just bumped into. It took willpower to keep from tears from streaming down her face, though they were forming in her ducts. "H-hey, I...!" She looked to her papers, now a mess across the floor and out-of-order. In a distressed mumble, she quickly reached for the strewn papers and muttered, "My p-papers...! You... w-watch where you're going!"
