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

Crow-type-of-person

       One of my favorite facts about crows: A group of crows is called a murder. It's a weird fact, but it's relevant to my everyday life, because everyday - right after school - I would stop near the back end of the park and feed the crows with the nuts that I gather at lunch. At least twenty would form around me everyday, some familiar, other new, but everyday a large murder would gather around me. 

     I enjoyed this everyday, my favorite part of the day, the best part of my day. I enjoyed the little caws, rattles, and clicks as they communicated with one another, and sometimes, they'd even tried to talk to me. Unfortunately, understanding animals is not one of my powers, so I end up copying the clicks and caws, which seemingly satisfies their need to 'talk' with me.

     I enjoy the little pieces of metal, polished stones, glass, and other little trinkets they would gift me. It helps to decorate my space station with something other than 'normal' decor. Why would you decorate a space tent with 'normal' decor anyway? I would collect their presents in a 'knick-knack wallet.' A wallet with many compartments that I had sketched an idea for and made at home with some pieces of old material (leather, cloth, silk, thread, etc) I found in my grandparent's attic. It was bursting at the seams and patchwork at best, but it lasted throughout the years, making it useful.

        I enjoy looking at a small piece of space in the form of the bird. Their shiny black feathers, the  canvas of space; the sun reflecting on the feathers, the stars of space painting the canvas; and their eyes, the super massive black hole. These are the reasons I liked crows, and ravens - they were as pretty as the pictures and the real thing.

      Now that I think about it, my obsession started after going to space for the first time. When I realized that crows looked so similar to space, I did anything to befriend them. My first creative writing assignment about space featured crows, actually. I told a story about how crows ( and black birds in general) flew down from space and started living as birds. I did my best with the first grade writing skills I had and made a badly worded tale called, "Black Birds." And now that I remember it, I don't think I ever told the crows.

      Don't start jumping to conclusion, please - I've already had enough people do that already. I know for a fact that people talk to their cat, dogs, rats, guinea pigs, and whatever. The only thing different between me and them is that their pets are domesticated, and my friends are wild and free.

    "Hey guys, I just remembered a story I made when I was little, that featured you guys! Wanna hear it?" I started as I threw peanuts at the ground. The crow stuck their heads up at me and tilted it to the side before nodding their heads. I don't know if crows are smart enough to do that or not, but I don't question it, mostly for my own peace of mind. "long ago, before humans roamed this earth, the universe was alive with many different creatures. A small part of those creatures were black birds. Crows, ravens, and any bird with the color black," I paraphrased as the crows picked at the nuts briefly. They would eat then listen, eat then listen, like a polite dinner guest watching a show. "One day, a group of crows saw a big blue planet with luscious green plants, and blue raging seas! They looked at the planet and thought to themselves, "This looks much better than space." And they were right," I continued, smiling as memories came back to me. "And so, all the crows decide to make this planet their home. So did the ravens, and so did the blackbirds. One by one, the birds would tear from the sky and go find a place to make their home. If you were a crow or raven, you were just black. But if you were something like a starling, you took some stars on the way down here," I explained, the story was about to end. "And that's how we-,"

"Whatcha doing?"

"AAAHHH!" 

      My scream sent all of the crows off in different directions, well, at least, that's what I thought. After catching my breath, and slapping my face out of embarrassment for my overreaction I turned around to be greeted by a terrifying sight.

"So Space Girl's a Crow-type-of-person?"