Evelyn was barely awake. She had woken up from a nap, threw on some clothes, her mind still hazy from sleep.
As she often did now that she spent days mostly alone, the urge to swim took her over. “Where did I put that stupid goggle bag?” she murmured to herself, rifling through her backpack, her fingers fumbling over the slightly damp fabric from yesterday’s swim practice. Yesterday had been chaotic, with laughter echoing off the walls of the locker room as her swim team had joked about their next competition. They’d all hung out on the bleachers afterward, but now, in her sleepy state, Evelyn couldn’t recall where she’d stuffed her essentials. She bent down, letting her messy hair fall over her face as she rummaged deeper into the bag. “Maybe it fell out,”she said quietly, half hoping that her missing gear would reveal itself.
[center]So that’s where Eve marched off too. They must have fallen out somewhere in or near the bleachers. She didn’t notice the figure sitting a few rows down, silhouetted against the backdrop of the setting sun.
@SotaForgotten | Sophia
Kenneth, loved moments like these—the school was his playground.
He climbed the fence with ease, seamlessly transitioning from the metal bars to the brick wall. He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through him as he surveyed the scene below. There was something exhilarating about moving beneath the radar, ignoring the “No Climbing” signs that peppered the school’s property.
As he prepared to launch himself off the edge and roll into the grass, Birdie caught sight of a familiar figure on the outdoor? basketball court. It was Rodney, the smooth-talking basketball star who effortlessly captured the attention of everyone around him. Or maybe it was just Ken’s attention. He was laughing with a group of his friends, faking a few basketball shots. Birdie’s heart skipped a beat; there was something about Rodney’s carefree attitude that fascinated him.
Just as Birdie tilted his head to get a better view, the slight distraction threw off his balance. He felt his feet slip and suddenly, he was plummeting forward far faster than he intended. Panic surged through him, but instinct kicked in.
“Whoa, no!” Birdie shouted as he tumbled off the wall, landing awkwardly on the grass. He felt a sharp sting on his right arm as he hit the ground, the force of the fall cutting into his skin.
Birdie winced, not just from the sting of the cut, but from the embarrassment of being caught in the act. “Just… practicing,” he muttered, casting his eyes down to avoid meeting the onlookers he had attracted.
@ChayChay05 | Rodneyyyy
