Blue Sunflowers [discontinued]

10

T E N :  c h r i s t a 's   g a m e

Blinding rays of sunlight shrouds the blonde's lashes as she and Connie walked towards the soccer field. It was fairly huge, but not gigantic. Just enough to house a proper game.

Two soccer goals were placed in the opposite ends of the area, the ground covered with neatly trimmed, bright green faux grass. Bleachers were laid accordingly in the around the field, but it barely gave them shade.

Players, mostly boys, were getting ready for practice. Reiner was seen drinking water from the fountains as sweat trickled from his hairline. Jean was fanning himself with Armin's notes while Eren was hissing at Mikasa, who was holding a bottle of sunscreen.

"You need it." Historia could hear Mikasa say, and Eren retorted back,"No! I don't need it. I will be fine, geez Mikasa."

Mikasa was stone-faced as she asserted more. "You. Need. It." The heavy undertones of her voice was intimidating but Eren was still ever stubborn.

"No. No. I don't want any!"

"You'll get burnt. . ."

"No! I want a tan."

Mikasa blinked. "Unlike colored people, you white people have a hard time tanning."

"Mikasa, that's raci- !" Eren shut his eyes as Mikasa swiped a wad of sunscreen lotion on his face, making him look paler from light color of the cream.

"You either have freckles or get first-degree burn." Mikasa explained, "I know it's uncomfortable and sticky but I don't want you to get sore from all the burns."

Eren stopped protesting then slumped his shoulders in defeat.

In the bleachers were several familiar faces, a brunette that Historia distantly recalls of having a name that starts with an S and another fellow female blonde midget, who seemed to be carrying a rondalla instrument.

The sun was bright still, but it was slowly beginning to dip behind pastel clouds so the lights on field were awake. Winter was coming soon, and the early autumn air started to get chillier as the days went by.

On the distantly close track field, there were several female athletes also practicing. They ran on their lanes and leapt over the hurdles. What was interesting was that their coach somehow wanted them synchronized.

With Connie's direction, Historia sat among Sasha and Armin, with Connie included, of course. As soon as they arrived, the other blonde girl left, carrying her guitar on her back.

Historia just scoffed somehow rudely and that earned her a weird look from Connie, although the passing girl downright ignored them.

Oh. I always forget that I am now Christa. How rude of Historia.

She eases up the rising tension by giggling uncomfortably as if she didn't know what she did. Connie grinned in return so she figured it was okay. The blonde girl made her way to the bleachers, taking two steps to go to them. Historia then made clear that there was no dirt that could stain her skirt by dusting the opaque surface and when she did, she gingerly sat, her posture perfect.

It was just to avoid osteoporosis and being slouchy.

As soon as she sat, the players started to head for the field, dressed and ready for a game. Historia was somehow thrilled to see but with a posture as noticeable as hers, it caught Reiner's eye. He was close enough to see her very well, and their eyes met for several seconds, before Historia decided to turn away, with Connie and Sasha staring at her.