A.N. Hello again, this is yet another product of my twisted imagination. In a creative writing class I was in, we had a prompt: A Leaf, a Blood Sample, and a Foreign Exchange Student. Please review! ~Eirah (because 'Jei' was taken)
A Drop of Blood

It was fall. Not the onset of fall, when the leaves were just starting to become their true color; it was mid October. There was a tall American girl with curly red hair that was walking down an unfamiliar street in school uniform that was obviously foreign to her.

It would be good for her, her parents said, to stay with her aunt for a while. So here she was, walking alone on an empty street in upper-class London after a long first day of heave, indecipherable British accents, uncomfortable shoes that were apart of her school uniform, and an unfamiliar culture.

Walking to her new 'home', Anne decided, would be a lot easier with a map.

She walked down the street through a curtain of falling colors. A single leaf fell onto her hand as she sauntered under an ancient oak tree. She brushed the leaf aside, casting is off in a thoughtless manor with a single flick of her hand. Anne felt a small droplet on her hand where the leaf had rested; she paused in her wandering, standing under the tree as she looked at her hand. The drop was an opaque red.

That's odd, she thought, looking at the drop, it didn't feel like anything had cut her. She wiped the back or her hand on the short blue plaid skirt that was part of her uniform; the first day and it was already ruined. She again gazed at her hand, seeing unblemished flesh.

Anne furrowed her eyebrows and looked back at the leaf that had made its perch her hand; she saw the same rust red in a messy outline beneath its resting place on the sidewalk. She walked to it, finding it wet to the touch, with its stain on her fingertips. A second droplet appeared in her hand, adorning it with more blood, this time from above. She looked up into its source, the great oak, and saw a single solitary hand lying limp in the branches, cut off where it should be attached. Another droplet fell, this time beside her. Her eyes brimmed with fear as her breath quickened. She ran.