AN: Alright, first off, I wrote this story mentally on the walk halfway across town in the sweltering heat to see my friend Nina, aka Sakura. This is kind of like two stories in one; the normal font is the fantasy version, the part in brackets is what really happened. This is a true story. Um, don’t ask about why it's called East Bumshoe, cause I have no idea.. I own Kitsune and myself, Nina owns Sakura and herself. Dave is his own Goth Teddy Bear.

Long, long ago in the faraway land of Peanut Butter Valley,

About twenty minutes ago, halfway across town in the Greenlodge area,

there was a young girl named Kitsune, who was called Princess.

I was sitting on my ass at home, having just woken up, pondering the fact that my boyfriend calls me Princess.

It wasn’t that she was the princess of Peanut Butter Valley. In fact, she was quite unpopular in her native region.

Nearly all of Greenlodge despises me, because I’m -not- a wigger.

Kitsune decided to brave the heat, and venture to a place where people knew and accepted the color of their skin... East Bumshoe.

Truthfully, I was planning on spending another summer day in front of the compy, but Nina called, so I was off to Oakdale.

Setting off beside the wide black expanse of Killcar Street with her Satchel of the Arts on her back, she bravely faced the perils of her journey.

Walking along the main street with my denim bag full of art supplies and notebooks, the only perils I faced were the hot sun on my black-clothed self, and the possibility of running into an annoying peer.

Halfway along on her journey, Kitsune peered down a street that she believed to be a possible shortcut.

I was closer to 75 of the way there, but I wanted to see if Turner Street was Dave’s street and would take me where I wanted to go.

Hoping that it was the street on which the Goth Teddy Bear resided, she ventured down it.

It wasn’t.

As she began to notice that everything was foreign to her, she turned back to follow the route she did know.

I went back to the main road. Save exploring East Bumshoe for a day that I’m not nearly dying of dehydration after ten steps from my front door.

As she reached Lackaphunkiname Bridge, her stomach began to growl obscenely, but Kitsune was not discouraged.

I couldn’t think of a stupid name for the bridge, but I crossed it, wondering what kind of idiot walked across town on an empty stomach.

Finally she reached her destination and summoned the resident of the house, Sakura, a beautiful girl of I’m-not-black-but-I’m-sure-as-Hell-not-white-and-if-you-call-me-an-Oreo-you-DIE heritage.

I got to Nina’s house and rang the doorbell, waiting for my pretty Indian friend to let me in from the heat.

The door soon opened, and the girls spent the afternoon happily together after.

After a good three minutes, Nina came to the door wearing an undershirt and boxers, and we spent a few hours together, playing video games and looking through a pathetic magazine. The End.