With A Gulp Of Happiness [Hanemiya Kazutora]

Capítulo 1

The beginning of a journey

"ꕥ"

Haruka

The music, through my headphones along with the air that played with my hair, was the only thing that accompanied me while I wrote in my notebook.

I was sitting cross-legged on a cliff outside the city, I can say that I am very antisocial, I have never liked to be among a group of teenagers, nowadays most of them are involved in gangs, drugs, alcohol, sex and many other things.

In my sense of seeing is that they are still maturing, it's a very stupid thing to be into that kind of stuff, they lose valuable time.

My thoughts were on my writing, I have loved reading and writing since I was twelve years old, it is something I would never stop doing, it gives me peace.

In my headphones The Reason was playing, I consider myself a big fan of the song, not just because of how it sounds, but because of its lyrics, every paragraph of that song made me create loving scenarios.

One of those was dancing on top of a train next to that person no matter what, just me and him.

Of course, it's something I want to accomplish with the right person, not just anyone.

The sound of my cell phone is what brought me back to earth, I quickly picked it up, paused the music and answered the call.

-Where are you, Haruka? -It was my mother's voice through the call.

-Walking, did something happen? -I answered as I closed my notebook.

-Never mind that now, come home now.

-I'll be right there mother -I hung up without another word.

I took my backpack, put my notebook, my page dividers, pencils, and my book, when I put everything away, I closed the backpack and carried it on my back.

I got up from that place and arranged my mayas, tied my hair in a low ponytail, played my favorite playlist, set my headphones and put my cell phone in the pocket of my skirt, looked at the cliff for the last time and started to walk.

As I walked, I touched the big trees that surrounded the place, when I was little my grandfather used to bring me, while we walked, he told me the story of him and my grandmother, how they met and how they got married, my grandfather was that person that with a smile gave you that peace that you were missing.

Now in my headphones was playing A Sad Song About A Girl I Don't Know, another of my favorite songs, I like to listen to it at four in the morning while everyone is sleeping, yes, I have trouble sleeping, I am one of those people who sleep and get up at midnight to be listening to music, my mother usually reproaches me for listening to songs at midnight while I am writing.

I could see the first houses of the city, as I said the cliff was outside the city, it was not such a long way to the train station, I looked at my surroundings, boys playing with a ball, on the other side some little girls with some dolls, but there was a little girl that caught my attention, she was watching while the boys were playing, I stopped to see her from far away of course, she looked very excited to see how they shot a goal.

I smiled a little, that little girl reminded me of me, I liked soccer too, but my stepfather never let me play, he said it was only for boys. I let out a sigh and continued on my way, I looked up at the sky, it was already getting dark, I had to get home before it got completely dark; if I didn't want something to happen to my little sister.

I started to speed up my steps, it would be the last train home, I didn't even care if I was wearing a skirt or not, I just started running as fast as I could, I considered myself a very bad runner, I always ended up opening my mouth and I got tired quickly.