⚝･ﾟ: *✰･ﾟ:*Space Girl✰･ﾟ: *⚝･ﾟ:* 【Saiki X Y/n】

Routine

        Almost everyday, I throw on my school uniform, pack my bag with all the books I need, and grab a piece of freshly toasted toast(or is it bread?) for breakfast - I'll top the toast if I have time to spare and only if. Almost everyday, I would run through the park, listening to the calm chirping of the beautiful birds - watching spring's baby birds grow into lively adults with soft, shiny feathers and start the process over again next spring with their babies. Almost everyday, I would briefly stop and feed the local crows with my leftover toast, and in return, they'd give me little, shiny trinkets that they would find all over the city. Almost everyday, I would listen to my teachers go on about different topics, upcoming events, and whatever they had planned for that day's agenda. Almost everyday, I would stuff packets of peanuts, almonds, and walnuts into my bag and wash the salt off to feed to the crows when I would run through the park back home, almost everyday.

       Everyday, I would eat my dinner against my west facing wall to listen to the arguments that the "perfect instagram couple" would have every night. It's not like I'm nosy, they're just loud people. I can still hear them clearly even if I sit to my east wall, and no, my room is not small. Everyday, I would shift in my bed, trying to get at least a bit of sleep, but like I said, my neighbors are loud people. And everyday, I would give up on sleeping in my room and go to my hut in space. 

     Ever since I was eight, I would go up to - what I called - my space station. I made a tent out of (F/C) canvas tarp, a handmade tent frame (because of the zero gravity thing not holding anything down), and a old boat that I placed the tent in to have some ground to place my feet. Of course, this is all possible because I'm a psychic. Teleportation, flying, anti-psychic powers, telepathy, and defying biology are my specialty. None of the powers that I just listed have anything to do with fire, or warmth in the slightest. And if you don't know, space is extremely cold, which, I didn't know. So, for the first year, I was freezing cold, and without oxygen, I couldn't create fire.

    So, up until now, my everyday routine was to get up, get dressed, run through the park to watch the baby birds grow, feed the crows, go to my classes, get more food for the crows , feed the crows, listen to the couple, try to go to sleep, and eventually, go chill in the middle of space. See what I did there? But I had many great memories in that place, by myself of course. And not many channels can reach the middle of space (mostly because any tv or phone I bring up to the tent crumbles), so I have to come up with alternatives, but, up in the middle of space, anything could happen. Don't you know boredom sparks creativity if you have nothing better to do?

     My creativity produced stories. I remember all of my creative writing assignments my English teacher would give me. I would just write about all the things I would want to do with my friends (just playmates during recess) in the middle of space. These writing assignments earned me a simple, but somehow alluring, nickname: Space Girl. But the writing only made me lonelier.

    But, I started to love my routine, tho it doesn't leave time for relationships, I don't mind. I have my ravens, plus, my tent in space is pretty good as well. You can see all the green of earth from up there and the sound of an endless void that swallows all sound sounds pretty good. Peaceful and quiet, alone, the things that I have been in desperate need of lately . Talk about you turning into the thing you despise, but it turns out that arguing  isn't as interesting to listen to when it's happening in your own home.

"So Space Girl's a Routine Girl?"