The two ponds

CHAPTER 1

It was april and the weather was cold and windy. "What else should I expect" she thought while fighting her way through the softened paths which lead to her favourite place.

Her light blue bike was already full of dirt and mud and it was hard to keep pedaling. Although she could already see her destination, she still took a quick break, her breath was short and her hands where shaking from the cold air surrounding them. A little tear made its way from her eye to her cheek,even though she wore glasses the wind still somehow managed to blow in her eyes with ist full strength. She quickly wiped it away before continuing to make her way to the old hunter chair which was her most likes place in the nature.

With the bike she could normally reach it in just 5 minutes but now she struggled and aleady 7 minutes had passed since she left her home, an old half-timbered house at the edge of a small village, where she lived with her parents and her younger sister. Her partnts forced her to go outside everyday for at least 1h, "you need the fresh air and the sunbeams on your skin", they said. She never really liked going outside, expecially when the weather was as bad as in the early spring in Germany. Eventhough the lack of empathy for her from her parents really annoyed her, she still tried to manage to get a smile on her face and enjoy her rare free time.

The freetime she normally close to never had because of the stress online school brought to her. On some days she would work on the homework from 8am till 7pm and the only thing she heard at the end of the day were her parents yelling at her because it was already dark outside and she should pay attention to the sunset because afterwards it was obviously to late to catch any sunbeams.

When she arrived at the rotten and overgrown with moss hunting chair, she found the wooden ledder, she used to climb up, on the ground. The first step had broken the first time she visited it and she also wasn't sure how long the other three would last. She put the ledder back up and climbed, when she reached the top her jacket was already green and light brown at some places. "Shit, my mum is gonna kill me" she thought, she knew she was being dramatic, but her parents were going to be very angry at her for sure.

Sitting down on the wooden plank fasted on the outer sides of the hunting chair, she took a moment to inhale the water damp and the moist air hovering over the slightly frozen ground with knee high grass on it. Here and there a couple of thorne bushes were to be found and you could see the village with the church steeple at the horizont.

About 200m away from her location a wild forest grew since decades and allthough a few people didn't care about it and thew there trash away there, it was still full of tiny anials like isopods and worms, but also mice and even wolfs.

She spotted a tiny stream in the distance and decided to walk to it in the near future. What interested her even more was a little hut in a far, she wasn't able to see it clearly because at that point her glasses were fog up ,but she found it interesting and wanted to look at it closely.