It would be nice to find someone around my own age. Then we could go to the same "school" together."

She had finally ran away from home, so it was time to have tons of fun. Like doing a dare at an outdoors school's rally.

There were so many things she wanted to see and try out. No matter how much time she had here, it wouldn't be enough.

"Ah, I found one! A Japanese girl!"

"Across the street facing her were countless girls, and Nyaruru's face lit up. There were many pleated skirts, with collars large enough to drape over the back, and decorating every chest was a ribbon. The girls were wearing sailor fuku just like Nyaruru. The girls looked the same as the ones in manga! She was right after all--the things written in manga were true stories. Those girls definitely went to school everyday, passed notes at cram school, and gossiped about transfer students, and lost their allowance when they scored badly on tests......That's the kind of fun life they lived every day.
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"Hey, that girl....."
Just like that, the girls having a conversation, and it reached her so indirectly she could have imagined it. What kind of conversations do Japanese girls have....?
Her pricked up ears made the mistake of of it.
"You're right, is she a cosplayer?"
"Is she doing a photo-shoot? Or is she just a weirdo?"

Could they be talking about her? Why had they noticed her? What was strange about her? In confusion she checked herself again.