Daisy a day || Miniminter FF

To save a life

The London summer had been exceptionally good this year. The blazing sun, cloudless sky and warm temperatures had given me an extra incentive to go for a run today. I could've spent the day lazing around inside reading a book, or playing the games I recorded with my twin brother back home for YouTube, but if I wanted to keep my day job, I needed to keep in shape. Lifeguards needed to be fit enough to save other people, let alone themselves.

So here I was, after much procrastination and many applications of sunscreen, running through a small park near the edge of London. I must admit; it was nice to feel the gentle breeze on my face, the sun on my back, with the smell of sweet summer surrounding me. But it was too hot. My water bottle had long run dry, which had me groaning internally. God, I was sweating like a pig. I stopped running, my legs shaking slightly. I'd only rest for a few minutes, I told myself as I glanced around the park. There were a couple of other girls exercising in crop tops, and plenty of guys flaunting muscles bare topped. A few were playing a game of rugby, which made my heart pang as I thought of home. England wasn't my home country, a little country on the other side of the world called New Zealand was. Born and raised in a small town called Cromwell, with harsh winters and stunning summers, my roots came from the might of the ranges that surrounded the town. Watching these guys play the sport my country is arguably most famous for, memories of my childhood, playing barefoot in the dry grass, getting burnt under the sweltering sun came rushing back to me. I had a longing in my heart to return to New Zealand, but given my financial state this was unfortunately not possible. I won a international scholarship for 1 year to the Lancaster University, and had been living in the UK since. Graduating from University last year, with a degree in Communication Studies, had left me penniless and with a huge loan to pay off. Hence, I was stuck in the UK, working at a local pool in downtown London, and scraping along through life. To be honest, living off frozen pizza and noodles wasn't as bad as it sounded. I could've made money from my YouTube career, but given my brother and I had reached heights we'd never expected we made the decision not too. Each time we release a video, we let our audience choose a charity. Then any money we make goes directly to that charity. I was fine with what I had, happy that I was making the lives of other people better. I hadn't recorded anything with Rory for a while now. I would have to get onto that. I added it to my mental never-ending list of things to do.

"She'll be right." I muttered to myself, hands on my hips. Holy cow, it was hot. There was only one course of action in this dire situation. I grabbed the hem my black running shirt, and pulled it up over my head. I cursed when the material got caught on my phone attached to my arm.

" Shit." I grumbled, freeing my phone from the clingy material. I let out a sigh of relief when the black material came of. I was immediately feeling cooler, and I tucked the shirt into the back of my shorts. Thank god I had chosen to wear one of my more funky exercise crops. I had actually worn these as togs once when I forgot my bikini, and no one knew the difference. I chuckled at the thought, and continued my run. I was only running for a few more minutes, down beside a quite formidable river when I noticed something strange.

A group of young men on the other side of the river, dressed as if they were famous soccer players, although based of the skills they were not displaying, were in fact not famous soccer players, were kicking balls at each other. What appeared to be three cameras on tripods overlooked the scene. Spray from the river cooled my face as I watched the group with a curious expression. What on Earth were they doing? They appeared to be purposely kicking balls at each other, thoroughly enjoying themselves. I slowed down slightly as one of them, a tall blonde guy backed up, dangerously close to the edge of the bank. I hesitated, almost skipping a step. I could see this ending very badly. Flying balls, plus overly enthusiastic boys plus river surely equaled disaster. I cursed as my pessimistic view came true. A ball sailed through the air, colliding with the blonde mans head. There were a couple of jeers and shouts of laughter. I skidded to a halt as he topped over backwards, stumbling dangerously close to the edge.