Flashing Lights

It is dark as I am walking home from Senzokuike Station. Walking down the street towards my house, I notice a few cars with red flashing lights ahead. I begin to think. Is it fire? Maybe worse. Maybe it's an accident, or a murder, or something insanely gruesome. Is it my host family? Is it someone I've seen in Senzokuike? My stomachs turns as my imagination begins to run away with itself.
Whe I get closer I see a bunch of cops standing around and waving cars by. There is a parked cab and a lonely, bent up bicycle. I breath a sigh of relief, curse my overactive imagination, and awkwardly walk past the seen of what seems to be nothing more than a slight fender bender. No one looks hurt. I am happy.

That is all.
Much love!

PS I watched the kempo during lunch today. It turned out to be more along the lines of karate rather than kung-fu. Thanks for the info dad but I don't think I'll be joining Kempo. instead I'm going to see if the gyms are open in the early morning and just work out before school. also, there may actually be a judo club. Not sure yet.
^.^