footwearlicker

As the alarm clock started to Ring Hana smashed weakly with her tired arm the clock. Swearing her head muffled in her pillow. Only waking up for good 20 minutes after age would eat her breakfast... if we can call that a breakfast. Actually she just ate what she found in her fridge: Yaourt, ice cream and soda... Getting dressed with what she could get without forcing too hard she would put back on a sweat shirt that she wear for so long that she now know every single stains on it. Soon enough she leave the appartement she use to live in, her bag on her back, the only thing carefully prepared on her actually. As she take the bus to go to her sc