<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h215/wontsubmit/waterson1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qiang Nuo<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen; Breakfast 0830 Sept 1st 2013<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>The kitchen door from the dining room burst open with a sudden force and purpose.  Long legs pushed a slender body forward into the procession that now occupied the kitchen.  A giggle was stolen from her lips at the sudden obstacles of human figures.  Her knees bent down so she could duck below and twist around them.  Apologies came easily to her along with the sound of a “Beep Beep.”  At home Nuo was used to the press of crowds and the bodies of people around her.  The cities of China were not known for their spacious lanes of travel and so she had learned to press forward.  That knowledge was used to good effect, though a touch rude.  Once clear she was turn in step to wave at everyone before hitting the rear door to rush outside.<br/><br/>A half skip was made from the step of the doorway.  Then she turned to face the outdoors and launched herself forward to gain more running distance.<br/>