Bellar X bagerit

the beginner

Bagerit pov

As I walked towards the swing in the woods, my mind was filled with curiosity about the girl named Ballar. The interaction with my grandmother had left me intrigued, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of person she would turn out to be. I approached the swing, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

And there she was, sitting on the swing, looking a little bored. I couldn't help but notice the quizzical expression on her face as she glanced at the book I was holding. It was a novel I had been reading earlier, and it had become a constant companion during my gardening sessions. I chuckled inwardly, realizing that Ballar might have never come across a book before.

"Hey," I greeted her warmly, taking a seat on the swing next to her. "This is called a book. It's a collection of stories and ideas written by different authors. People read them to experience different worlds and emotions."

Ballar tilted her head, her eyes widening with curiosity. "Oh, so it's like... a bunch of words on paper?"

I smiled and nodded. "Exactly! It can transport you to places you've never been and introduce you to characters you've never met. What about you, Ballar? Have you ever read a book before?"

She shook her head, her expression turning sheepish. "No, never really got the chance. I spend most of my time exploring other hobbies or hanging out with friends."

Her honesty intrigued me further, and I found myself wanting to share the magic of books with her. "Well, if you ever feel like giving it a try, I can recommend some books that I think you might enjoy. Reading can be a beautiful escape from reality."

Ballar's eyes sparkled with a newfound curiosity. "Hmm, that sounds interesting. Maybe I'll give it a shot someday."

As we chatted, I learned more about Ballar's unique interests and talents. Her fascination with numbers and her ability to recite decimal places of pi impressed me. Though her random recitation of numbers caught me off guard, I realized it was her way of expressing her quirks and individuality.

Eventually, we decided to leave the swing and head to Cholayyyyyyyyy's house, a local café known for its delicious treats. The atmosphere was cozy and inviting, and we found ourselves engrossed in conversations about our favorite hobbies, dreams, and aspirations.

In that moment, I felt a connection blossoming between us, one that went beyond mere curiosity. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow on our faces as we laughed and shared stories. It was a simple yet beautiful beginning to a friendship that held the promise of more.

Little did I know that this chance meeting at the swing in the woods would mark the start of a journey filled with unexpected adventures, heartfelt conversations, and a gradual blossoming of emotions. And as we spent more time together, I couldn't help but wonder if this friendship had the potential to grow into something even more special.