September was well-nigh here.
The leaves which once clung tightly onto branches of Sugar Maple trees threatened to shiver with the whizzing wind and fall, all together yet at different hour.
Momoka wasn't the type to take notice of such things as significant signs of monthly changes, but she felt suddenly particularly intrigued with the way nature upheld the same routines and whatnot each passing year. Why was she so suddenly absorbed; It was unbeknownst to herself . Though standing under the radiant lines of sunlight peeking through the leaves of the Sugar Maple tree, a sparkle lit in her shockingly cornflower colored blue eyes. Not even wearing her thin black spectacles, she could clearly make out her entire vicinity. A longly stretched grey path, guided alongside by tall brightly colored trees; sheltered the walking citizens.. couples hand-in-hand, rushing men in business suits, or elderly people just simply taking a stroll. It was her shortcut to school, yet she'd never noted how absolutely breathtaking the sight could be. "Ouch," She sounded. Her sprained ankle took the best of her energy to move forward, therefore she concluded it was time to take a rest. Nowhere else other than below a tree of course, after all, many encounters seem to take place in those kind of situations. Especially in her favorite cliche chickflick movies, which she had never spoken of her interest in.
The apparent slow and limp in her gait was worrisome and drew concerned eyes of the bypassers, but she curled up against the trunk of a tree, beaming ever so gently. She was of course, hypnotizingly delighted with the view, but an overwhelming feeling of apprehension bolted through her nerves. The words "Am I going to die?" played in her head like a broken tune that brought uneasiness, but eventually faded out. "Is that why I'm so observant of this stuff today?" The voice in her headed proceeded without consent.
She could scarcely fathom the rationale of why these certain stringing of words would overplay in her mind; but decided she'd just ignore it for the time being and wait for her ankle to stop bitching at her. It was a ridiculous thought, her dying, because she was perfectly healthy. Other than her aching ankle, there was nothing wrong with her well-being.
One thing she hated was to ask for help. Her last resort would always be to rely on people other than herself. She did things on her own. Stubbornly independent some may say it is, but due to her horribly grand guilt trip, she felt she always had to repay people whenever they did her a favor. So it was to her conclusion; she'd always stick it out on her own even if it meant getting hurt in the process.
Her eyes blinked, casting away the feeling of stinging the sun's rays gave to the back of her eyelids. What a bully that huge ball of light was. She'd only closed her eyes for a minute.
After taking a deep breath in, she first set her palms flat on either side of herself, exerting force onto it to hoist herself up after bending her knees. Her tightly pursed lips part to curse at a barely audible volume almost instantaneously after-so, eyebrows furrowing to what she knew was the backfire of her standing up onto the sprained ankle. Class was starting soon.
She hurried along, treading onto the dreadful path that seemed endless due to her whining ankle. "Shut up," The hazelnut colored hair angsty teen whispers, regardless of her knowledge that it wouldn't speak back. "You're just making this hard for the both of us."
