Tired.
I drifted along, my body following the soft flow of the large blue, my eyes trained what I hope was the sky i couldn't tell, the sky and water looked the same. I am nothing but a dark blob dull canvas painted such an obnoxious bright persian blue. I probably wouldn't have been noticed if not for a keen eye, I'm here, drifting.
My arms felt heavy i couldn't move, I felt nothing, the sun burned my skin a nice dark tan.
- Two Weeks Later -
Two week of drifting I finally found land. I washed up on a beach.
[Author; Guide me, which story should I start with?
A. Arrive on a beach in Japan
B. Let her wander the world untill the U.A entrance exam
C. Let her be found by a kind lady and decided not become a hero so she can stay with her
D. Military politics]