Chapter LATER-RICH: Kanji ala Sushi, Tokyo style

Dressed to the nines, and looking totally out of place amongst the University students, Jez helped Kytriya pick out suitable textbooks in Math, programming, and philosophy. The plan was to finish the shopping as quickly as possible, before heading out to lovely dinner.  Some Students pointed at her luxurious rare purple diamond necklace, while others whispered behind their hand to their friend. This made Kytriya uncomfortable as she hatted being the center of attention.  She followed Jez to the back of the store, where the programming books were kept. It was there, that she decided to hide her necklace under her dress.

"What?" Jez said. "I thought you liked it?"
"I do," Kytriya said hesitantly. "Its just that, well, here."
"Oh, that," Jez giggled.  "Never considered it. I'm usually in and out so quickly, I don't notice. Maybe its a girl thing?"

Kytriya rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Do you look like you belong here? Do you look like a University student? I look great for the Opera, or the ball or something, but here I stick out."
"Don't worry about it. You look fine!" He gave her a quick peck on the head then continued grabbing various programming books off the shelf.

Kytriya amused herself with rearranging the books in her cart. She sorted them alphabetically, according to the Kanji alphabet, then sorted them into words, taking the first Kanji on each book, and trying to make words out of them.  Jez grabbed the cart, ending her game. He grabbed a couple sociology books, before grabbing "The History of England", "World HIstory", and "History of Japan". Spying a psychology 101 book, he grabbed it, tossing it on the cart. Kytriya grabbed a Chemistry book and opened it too a random page. She stared at the symbols representing chemical compounds. Fascinated, she tossed that book on the cart. Jez grabbed several philosophy books before they headed out.

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Kytriya hung onto Jez for dear life, as they weeded in and out amongst the crowd that were so thick, it reminded her of after a game, when everyone was trying to leave the stadium at once. Here, however, was a normal part of life in Tokyo. There were so many people, that you couldn't see what was ahead. You just blindly followed in the vague direction you wanted to be, and hoped you would be pushed at teh right time, so you can enter the shop you wanted to buy something from. Thankfully, it wasn't this way every wheres, just in the more popular spots.
A stranger noticed a guy not from Japan, appear to be following someone and decided to get in his way, as it looked suspicious to him. Jez and Kytriya didn't notice any of this, as they were near the restaurant that Jez always ate at. Jez opened the door and waved Kytriya in. Within minutes, they were seated at a table in a private dining room, with their laptops out, while waiting for their dinner to arrive.

Chapter Pre-Japan: Verbosityitus meets Reality

MIGHT NEED A COMPLETE REWRITE!!! DUE TO ADDING UK AND UNRICHNESS.

Because Jez was a world renown expert in teaching languages quickly to people, regardless of their abilities, he and Kytriya were practically rushed through customs. The customs officer knew Jez well, so merely asked if they had anything to declare before winking at Jez and asking about Alcohol, knowing fare well that he didn't touch alcohol. Jez chuckled. "You wish!"

Chapter France RICH-Later: Prancing in France

Kytriya beamed from ear to ear as Jez led her out into the fresh air outside of the Charles de Gaul Airport. Jez hailed a taxi with his left hand while reaching with his right to clumsily cuddle her as he was carrying his briefcase in that hand. She quickly handed the Taxi driver her briefcase while a medium built man ran very fast towards their backs.

Hebrew

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Chapter 2: The Escape

David carried a suitcase in each hand, while Stacy hung on for dear life. He ran as quickly as he could even though he was very loaded down. He jumped over logs that were lying on the ground, but had to go around trees that had fallen over.

Life with Earthlings

Having survived countless abuse, Stacy finds a way out of her life morbid life through the help of a Precocious David.


SPOILER ALERT

Chapter 1: Stacy's "Hell"

Stacy struggled to get her ten year old mind to understand half of what the teacher was yammering about as she dangled her short legs under her chair. The other students in her class fitted nicely in their desks, but she didn't mind. She loved to swing her legs back and forth. She reached back and pulled her strawberry blond hair off her neck. The tall, lanky teacher, Mrs. Morrist, called her name, "Stacy, do you think that the Sioux Indians had it right, and that we should believe like they do?" Fretting, She glanced around at the empty desk next to her. Her friend David was sick that day, so she couldn't glance at his notes for a clue. "And, please do stop swinging your legs! I shouldn't have to tell you again."