//Ville Valo\\Love_Story//Brandon Dicamillo\\00

||--MAIN CHARACTER INFO--||

Name: Sora Ohama

Appearance:

Age: 20

Race: Japanese

History: She lived in Japan until she was 8 years old, and she then moved to New York, New York, until here recently when she moved to Westchester. She watches Viva La Bam and has seen ever episode, as well as the Jackass episodes. She also loves the band H.I.M. It's her favorite band. She has a variety of clothes and doesn't really have a fashion. She wears every kind of clothing out there as long as it suits her tastes. Her parents adopted her when she was a baby, but she doesn't know that at all since they obviously didn't tell her. She was treated well as a child and still do, and she comes from a middle class family.

||--PROLOGUE START--||

"Now where am I..." I muttered, looking at a piece of paper my new friend gave me, "I don't see this anywhere!!"

I ran a hand threw my hair, messing it up a little in the process. You see, my new roomie/friend gave me a piece of paper where there's an opening for a job. Of course, I have no friggin' clue where it's at.

I groaned in annoyance, stomping my foot, deciding to ask random people for help. I rarely did that *sarcasm*.

"Excuse me," I ran up to a random guy in a suit, "Do you know where this is?"

"Um, yeah. It's right up the street," he replied, pointing behind him.

"Thank you oh so much!" I shouted, running in that direction.

He laughed and nodded his 'Your Welcome', pulling his hat up a bit to get a good look at me. When I looked at him, I gasped. That was friggin' Bam Margera!!

I walked into the store in a daze, thinking of who I just asked for directions. I looked at the piece of paper he touched, deciding to never throw it away!

"Um, Ma'am, may I help you?" the lady at the counter asked.

"Oh, I was told there's a job opening here," I said.

She nodded, "Just follow me please."

I did as she said, and I followed her into a back room. She sat behind this desk, and told me to take a seat in front of her. I did as she said and sat down in the very uncomfortable chair.

"Have you ever worked before?" she asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, I have. I've worked at a grocery store back home, a clothes store, a shoe store, and at a thrift shop."

She kept nodding as I spoke, "How old are you?"

"20," I replied.

"Name?"

"Sora Ohama," I said.

"C-Could you spell that, please?" she asked nervously.

"S-O-R-A and Ohama is O-H-A-M-A," I spelled.

She nodded, "Race?"

"Japanese," I replied, "Or Asian in other terms."

She nodded again, "Any smoking habits?"

"Rarely," I replied, "Only when I'm stressed."

"Okay," she said, "Phone number?"

"Cell or Home?" I asked.

"Both."

"My cell is 987-089-9876," I paused, "And I'm pretty sure my home phone is 987-078-3251."

"Just moved in?" she questioned.

I nodded, "Yup."

[Note: I just pushed random numbers on the keyboard...I don't know if that is anyone's number.]

"All right. I'll let you know tomorrow if you're hired," she smiled.

I nodded, "Thanks."

I walked out of the store and down the street to find home...which I forgot where it is. I sighed and pulled out my cell to call Mandy, my roomie, for directions back to the apartment place.

"Mandy?~" I whined, waiting for her answer.

"I'm sorry, the person you have just called has a Voice mail Box which has not yet been connected," the other side of the phone said.

I groaned, "Why doesn't she have voice mail set up?!?!"

Everyone on the street turned to look at me, and I rolled my eyes and went to find a cafe or something to get a drink and something to eat.