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THE COOL SPRING BREEZE flew passed the redhead as she roller skated down her street, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips

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THE COOL SPRING BREEZE flew passed the redhead as she roller skated down her street, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She felt free when she was roller skating, she never felt restricted or as though the suffocating town was closing in on her.

It was currently Saturday and the streets were peaceful, apart from the occasional person going down to meet their friends - Liliya didn't have many friends.

She wished she did, but she knew deep down that it wouldn't be fair if she did. Especially considering when she's 18 she's leaving Devin and never coming back, her parents know about her hatred for the town, they use to try to convince her everyday to stay but she always refuses - by now they've learn to accept it.

Someone was coming down on their bike and pressed their bell a few times, Liliya smiled brightly at the boy and waved. He nodded to her and biked past her, Bruce Yamada, they've been friends since they were children and although they don't hang out much during the weekends, they've still been incredibly close.

While Bruce Yamada is well known and a baseball player, Liliya May isn't well known, nor does she play baseball - but the two have stayed so close over the years due to other things.

The small smiles the two sent each other in class, the sideway glances they sent one another when someone said something stupid, their gossiping about others in science as the two sucked at that class, the two being each other's biggest supporters. These things are what kept them close, the small agreement that although they don't hang out much, the time they do spend with one another is to be treasured sacredly.

Bruce was the only one in this town that didn't criticise her for wanting to leave, if anything he helped her, when the two were younger he'd get magasines, photos and postcards from around his house and show Liliya - and while some of the magazines were in another language, Liliya didn't care. She was always too awe struck with how much better everything in the world looked compared to Devin.

While Liliya was too deep in her own thoughts she didn't see the sandy-blonde haired boy on the bike who was coming down the hill and only noticed when it was too late. She tried swerving one direction and the biker went the other way, luckily Liliya was fine and didn't fall over, but when Liliya turned her head the sound of a loud crash made her eyes widen.

She quickly skated over to the boy who had fallen off his bike and apologised multiple times in a panic. The boy shook his head and let out a small chuckle, "it's my fault, I was distracted," he spoke kindly.

The girl frowned, upset he assumed it was his fault but stuck out her hand. He raised an eyebrow at the helping hand as his eyes glanced to the roller skates on her feet, "wont you fall?"

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