Post by Haruka Kumori on Dec 8, 2015 2:29:58 GMT -5
Beads of sweat roll down her face as she grips the bar, her knuckles white. She lifts herself, lifting herself up, down, up and down again. The water below her waves beneath as wind begins to twirl. She begins to swing her body until she swings around the bar her body held straight, toes only tapping the water as she switches hands to swing the opposite way. Doing this a few times causes her arms to shake as she twists her body once more. Forcing her own body to twirl over the bar three more times into the air she fly’s hitting the water she dives into a slow swim which in return turns to her walking out.
Taking only a moment to dry her feet and lace up her running shoes she began to take off. Out of her family’s back yard onto the pathed walked way, her maid watches as drips of water leave the fabric of Haruka’s track uniform.
A new maid asked one simple question “Why does she work so hard, and why is she not a gymnast by now?”
“Because though she'd not admit it she runs from her past...”
“Was it not a happy one?”
“That is the issue; she lost all her happiness...at least she feels that way”
“But she does so many activities and the other staff says she is always playing games”
“Pranks are not the same as games … “
Haruka feet the pathed floor as she rounded the corner she whipped the wet hair from her eyes view, she let the downhill path take her as far as her body could take , of course she pushed it more to get back.
“I won’t lose my next race at school.”
She breathed out as she came to the empty place which was once home her whole body shook shed over worked her body again. She managed her way to the kitchen grabbing water and lying on the couch she took a deep breath her uniform now dry, red hair slicked back in a damp tangled mess. The pop of the lid coming off she held the water bottle to her lips a slight sigh left as the water trickled down her throat. She soon finished off the cool liquid closing her eyes, never to open them again till it was next morning, time to get up, ready and back to school.
Taking only a moment to dry her feet and lace up her running shoes she began to take off. Out of her family’s back yard onto the pathed walked way, her maid watches as drips of water leave the fabric of Haruka’s track uniform.
A new maid asked one simple question “Why does she work so hard, and why is she not a gymnast by now?”
“Because though she'd not admit it she runs from her past...”
“Was it not a happy one?”
“That is the issue; she lost all her happiness...at least she feels that way”
“But she does so many activities and the other staff says she is always playing games”
“Pranks are not the same as games … “
Haruka feet the pathed floor as she rounded the corner she whipped the wet hair from her eyes view, she let the downhill path take her as far as her body could take , of course she pushed it more to get back.
“I won’t lose my next race at school.”
She breathed out as she came to the empty place which was once home her whole body shook shed over worked her body again. She managed her way to the kitchen grabbing water and lying on the couch she took a deep breath her uniform now dry, red hair slicked back in a damp tangled mess. The pop of the lid coming off she held the water bottle to her lips a slight sigh left as the water trickled down her throat. She soon finished off the cool liquid closing her eyes, never to open them again till it was next morning, time to get up, ready and back to school.