"And she DOES fly!"
The earth and leaves crunched softly under their mopping. Slowly she crawled across the floor and slowly pushed herself forward. All of which was not done for a good perspective. They stabbed the small branches nastily in the side and buttocks. As best as she could, she simply ignored the unpleasant tugging and pricking with which the bushes fought vehemently. When she finally arrived at the desired location, she was rewarded. An ant road ran undeterred along their path and the little creatures all carried small, green scraps of leaves on their backs. The strength and endurance of these little guys fascinated her and she wanted to capture the exertion of these living beings in this moment. Slowly, carefully, she took out her SLR and focused the lens. Oh how cute these guys were, how they crawled around.
But the redhead didn't get more than a few snapshots, because a metallic echoing sound drew her attention.
Frowning, she crawled out of the bushes and looked at the asphalt place that was not far from her. A couple of teenagers her age had grabbed a ball and were dribbling it across the pitch. Unimpressed, she raised an eyebrow. She just didn't understand what was so great about this game. Throwing a ball through a ring attached to a stick couldn't be that difficult. That one could muster so much devotion for it was incomprehensible to her. Slowly she crawled out of the bush and brushed the remains of leaves from her dark jeans and orange sweater. Carefully she plucked smaller leaves from her short, red-black hair, which stuck wildly in all directions.
As she watched the small group play, she inevitably thought of her brother. He flew overseas for this game and finished middle school in America. Without a doubt it was good, but did that mean you had to fly 1000 kilometers away? Because of a game ?!
Lost in thought, she shook her head and packed up her camera.
Speaking of Taiga, how is he doing?, she asked herself and looked into the cloudy sky, but something bumped against her leg and thus her attention was drawn to the ground. Annoyed, she raised an eyebrow again and eyed the orange ... THING.
"Hey you. Can you throw the ball back for us?" One of the boys called to her. Somewhat indifferent and listless, she kicked the ball and rolled it towards the boys, who immediately began to moan.
"Man, that's not football !!"
But she took note of this with a shrug and went on her way.
The steps, which were still wet from the rain, were smooth, but not impassable and since she had to walk this path every day from tomorrow, whether snow, rain or sunshine, she also familiarized herself with it. Yes, changing schools was always an exciting thing and so that she didn't go in the wrong direction unprepared, she set off. The first steps were no problem for the redhead, looking straight ahead, she climbed the stairs, but she underestimated the sliding ability of wet leaves and the accompanying effect of gravity, which suddenly pulled her hard. Wildly rowing her arms, she tried to keep her balance, but her feet made themselves and she fell backwards backwards.Her bag with her camera flew away in a high arc and she narrowed her eyes reflexively.
The moment she lost contact with the ground, she waited for the hard impact, ... but it didn't come, either it felt like an eternity in coming, or ...
... her heart stopped and she had the feeling that her pump had skipped a beat. She didn't even dare to take a deep breath, startled.
She suddenly realized why she hadn't landed on her back. She was in the arms of a strange boy. The thought shot through her mind in panic.
Damn you are in the arms of a boy, get out of the field. Come on up with you !!, she reminded herself in thought.
She stared at her catcher with terrified eyes and her face turned the color of her hair.
"Everything OK?" he asked her soberly, but she was unable to answer. She still held her breath and looked at him, turned slightly pale, into the dark blue eyes. Did it just seem like that to her, or was there something threatening about him?
But she found the language again.
"I'm fine," she stammered nervously, her mind working at full speed.I'm still in his arms ... and he's damn strong too. Lord ...
Slowly her head cooled and she got her heartbeat under control.
"Um ... thank you.", The redhead answered now much more relaxed.
At that moment he helped her up with a jolt, only then did she realize that he was a head taller than she was, which was not surprising, but since she was a little taller than 1.80 m, it bordered on a small sensation . Now she had a brief moment to examine him more closely. The most noticeable thing about him was probably that he was darker-skinned than most Japanese. Her next look was on his short dark blue hair, which was the same color as his eyes. But she didn't dare look into his eyes, somehow she was ashamed that she had flown into him like that.
If God had wanted me to fly, he would have given me wings., she thought annoyed and looked frantically for her bag, she quickly bent down for it and hoped that the contents were intact.
"Wait a moment, are you ...", the giant began, but she interrupted him brusquely.
"... in a hurry. Exactly. I have to go on then. Thanks again ... Bye.", she said quickly and walked quickly in the other direction.
"Hey.", He called after her, but she was already gone. With a bright red head she took the flight, which she finally managed and only slowed her pace when she was sure that she was out of sight.
Taking a breather, she finally clapped her forehead with the palm of her hand.
"Oh Haruka, why does something like that happen to you of all people? Man, that was embarrassing. I really tumbled down those damned stairs.", She mumbled and rummaged in her bag. "The main thing is that you are fine.", The redhead sighed in relief and examined her camera more closely. Otherwise that would have finished her day if her most important asset had been broken.
With a pulse that burst the scale and shaky knees, she made her way home, her aunt would probably be waiting. The way to school also had to be patient, she would have to climb the stairs early enough and this time with professional climbing equipment.