Fall favors

Ch.5

When I'm ready I will fly us out of here

Mira

Mira didn't want to think about Luka , how his eyes seem to make her fork her

stories over from her weary body. But she liked that he shared back when she felt she gave him way too much. She had thought about him on the bus, looking out the window until she ran off at the stop , and changed her clothes in the park restroom. It wasn't nice to say the least, her nose was cringing in disgust over the odor, and the cement bricked restroom that was practically molding and rotten. All the stalls were like this 'terrible terrible she chastises mentally'. In fact the other one was missing a toilet seat cushion.

Mira ran off, in a flurry of bursts of energy she ran off to find a spot to practice.

The girl was musing as she tried to concentrate on the series of practice punches and kicks her mother had taught her. Bending her knee and launching it at a height where her stomach was, several times before going over one of the back kicks trying to put more force into the twist when she used the force of her hips to make it harder. 

The movements were fluid , and rough, because that was how her mom trained her , when Mira watched videos on youtube of actual teachers their movements were smooth , elegant.The girl's mom's style was rapid, swift, it was more akin to krav maga.

 Powerful and innovative, but the moves were very efficient and to the point. "Go for the eyes, any weak points are exploited , no rules when you fight." Her mother used to caterwaul when she was showing Mira the basics. The girl's mother was a big fan of ending the fight as quickly as possible, and those days as a bounty hunter only made her good at chasing too.

 And so after the accident her mother had told her that she was going to have to run every weekend , for at least two miles. So when her scars were healed Mira and her parents would go on a run together. She looked at the park in front of her and fixed her black and white running shoes so she could start running here. She got off the cement stage where she had been practicing her kicks, got her backpack and threw in her phone and connected the bluetooth to the general store earbuds. 

 Mira's mother bought her a few pairs of jogging leggings,red and black with netting towards the seam running through them. The design was to make it a bit more breathable, but her old ones were donated off at a goodwill store, because she grew out of them. The ones she had were a dark blue hue, and the girl wore a cream colored spaghetti top that clung to her skin, its thick straps kinda bothered her, but the shirt was soft.

The run back to her house was about two staggering miles, and so Mira bolted into a run,racing home. Through childhood streets, the old bowling place that seems to barely stay open by the skin of its teeth, although when she was a child she loved the pizza there. The cheese was warm and gooey, and the pizza sauce sometimes scorched her tongue because they brought it straight out of the oven.

By the time the girl made it home the sky was a blur of red and orange like summer was barely ending. In the summer the days are nice and long, with red and pretty orange sunsets. Their old house was just about in the outskirts of town; it wasn't in the city limits and far enough out that if she was at school , she'd have to take a bus since it was closer to city square , or downtown.

 But thankfully the school bus had dropped her off towards the park because it couldn;t go too far out since most of the kids lived in the actual town. So Mira and a handful of students were dropped off at the park and were left to fend for themselves, either to walk home or get picked up by parents.