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"And... done!" I yelled happily, slamming my fist on the table in triumph. For I had finally finished my homework that was due on Monday.
"Finally..." Zoey groaned, looking up from her phone with a wry smile. She'd been sitting beside me the entire time, her auburn hair tied back in a ponytail.
I glared at her, "You could've helped me, you know. You finished yours ages ago." I stated, arranging my books and setting them in my bag.
Zoey just hummed, "You're right... but if I did, you wouldn't have learnt anything." She stood up from her chair, stretching her arms over her head like a cat. Her yellow blouse seemed to brighten the room, paired with her dark jeans.
Before I could reply, she interrupted me, "Well, you gotta go get ready. Unless you plan to go wearing... this." She said, eyeing my Pikachu onesie.
I groaned, banging my head on the table. If I could, I would. These things were way too comfortable. "But it's not a crime for people to wear pyjamas outside, isn't it? After all, I've seen you do it." I retorted.
Zoey rolled her eyes, "Only when I want to take out the trash." She said with a smirk. "Now go get dressed Cyra, or you won't be able to go on the swings~" She teased.
I was out of the room in an instant. I quickly changed into my favorite oversized black hoodie and black sweatpants. Bolted out of the room and out the front door, almost running into Zoey, who was waiting with a stopwatch.
"36 seconds, that's a new record." She stated, tucking the watch into her jeans pocket. I sighed, feeling a mix of relief and happiness at breaking the meaningless record. I ran after her, eager to spend the rest of the day with her.
When I finally caught up to Zoey, the silence between us was comfortable, like a warm blanket on a chilly day. We walked side by side, the only sound being the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet. I decided to break the silence, asking a thoughtful question for a change. "I've been meaning to ask..." I started, catching Zoey's attention.
She turned to me, her olive eyes inquisitive, and I asked, "Where's your mum?" Her expression softened, and she hummed, "Hmm?" in slight confusion.
I repeated my question, and Zoey's face lit up with understanding. "Oh, she went grocery shopping. Since someone tends to eat very much," she said with a playful chuckle, her auburn hair bouncing with each step.
I grinned, feeling a bit self-conscious about my appetite. "Hey, I'm just trying to eat when I still can." Zoey replied with another chuckle, her yellow blouse seeming to brighten the surroundings.
I muttered under my breath, "Even though I don't need it." Zoey's eyes narrowed, trying to catch what I said. "What was that?" she asked, her brow furrowed in curiosity.
I quickly dodged the question, pointing ahead, "Uhh... Hey! Isn't that the place?" Zoey's gaze followed mine, and she smiled, "It is!"
My mind wandered, and I forgot the name of the place again. I really needed to stop doing that. "C'mon, let's go sit on the park bench!" Zoey called out, her voice carrying across the open space.
I followed her, my eyes scanning the familiar scenery. The swings, the slides, and the park benches – it all seemed so ordinary, yet so comforting. Ah, yes, the park. I really needed to stop forgetting.
[A/N: Sorry if you expected some place more... exciting? I honestly couldn't think of any other place. I'm an indoors person so...]
I followed Zoey to a sturdy, wooden bench with metal sides, its length accommodating multiple people. The bench sat on a concrete pathway, surrounded by a lush expanse of green grass, with vibrant blades swaying gently in the breeze. The park was alive with the sounds of children's laughter and playful shouts, creating a joyful atmosphere.
Zoey pulled out two sleek headphones from her side bag, surprising me with its capacity to hold such items. She offered me one, and I accepted, placing it over my ears. Zoey was already lost in her music, her eyes closed, and a soft smile on her face. I, however, was perplexed, unsure how to operate the device. I decided to simply observe my surroundings, letting the peaceful ambiance wash over me.
As I gazed around, I took in the vibrant sights of the park. Children played tag on the soft, yet rough-looking grass, their giggles and shrieks filling the air. Others climbed on the jungle gym, their tiny hands grasping for handholds as they ascended higher. The swings creaked and groaned, their chains swaying back and forth as kids pumped their legs to soar higher.
My eyes wandered upward, and I thought I saw something remarkable. A person, distant but visible, seemed to be flying – no, not flying, but performing some sort of aerial maneuver. They twirled in mid-air, their body arcing in a fluid motion, before descending back down. I squinted, trying to make out what was happening.
As I focused on the figure, I realized they were holding a sleek, wooden plank with wheels... I remembered seeing Zoey watch videos of people riding those. The person was performing tricks, using something to launch themselves into the air. I couldn't see what, as they were so far away. The thick trees in the way didn't exactly help by vision either. It was in times like this, that I just wished I could spread out my wings and fly.
A sudden breeze swept through the park, rustling the blades of grass and sending leaves dancing through the air. My long, dark hair whipped around my face, stinging my eyes and nose. I winced, frustrated by the unruly locks that seemed to have a mind of their own.
As I glanced over at Zoey, I envied her tidy, auburn ponytail, which remained unaffected by the wind. Her eyes were still closed, lost in the music, oblivious to the commotion.
I let out a resigned sigh, feeling the tension release from my body. It was a small pleasure, but one I'd grown to appreciate in this mortal world – the ability to sigh, to express frustration or relief in a simple, yet satisfying way.
With a gentle thud, I rested my head against the metal railing beside me, letting the cool surface soothe my wind-tousled hair. The rhythmic creaking of the swings and the distant chatter of children created a lulling melody, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. The sleep I'd missed earlier began to catch up with me, and I let myself drift, lulled by the peaceful atmosphere of the park.
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─── ⋆20 Minutes Later⋆ ───
"Cyra, wake up!" Zoey's voice pierced the air, jolting me awake from my slumber on the wooden bench.
I groggily stood up, rubbing my eyes, "You just love disturbing my sleep, don't you?" I complained, my voice laced with mock frustration.
Zoey rolled her eyes, a familiar gesture, and grinned mischievously. "We didn't come to the park to sleep... We came to have fun! And you know I hate wasting a nice Saturday!" She exclaimed, dragging me along as we wandered through the park.
After a 15-minute stroll, we arrived at a unique skate park, devoid of grass, but teeming with life. Kids of all ages rode their skateboards, some leaning against small balconies, chatting or showing off their skills. Others zoomed down tiny wooden ramps on the concrete ground, their boards gliding smoothly.
I wondered why they were separated from the rest of the park, but Zoey's enthusiasm was infectious.
As we approached a shelf, Zoey began gathering equipment, "You remember I told you I used to skateboard when I was younger?" she asked, clipping on knee and elbow pads.
I stared, taken aback, "Yeah... But by 'used to', don't you mean 'not anymore'?" I replied, raising an eyebrow.
Zoey chuckled, donning a red helmet, "I see what you're trying to do..." She said, walking towards me.
I tilted my head, "Uhh... what am I trying to do exactly?" I asked, confusion etched on my face.
Zoey smiled, strapping pads onto my elbows and knees, "Don't worry, I completely get you." A dark blue helmet was placed on my head, and I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.
As we approached a rack holding numerous skateboards, Zoey grabbed two black boards, one with blue wheels and the other with yellow. She handed me the blue-wheeled board, her grin sparkling with excitement.
I took a step back, my eyes widening as I gazed at the massive, circular concrete hole in the ground.
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Now, I could see why they were separated from the rest of the park.
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The sight was daunting – kids skating, performing stunts, and flying through the air. Despite being a Supernatural being, I felt a thrill of fear. Humans, with their technology and determination, could be intimidating.
As a boy landed a flip, high-fiving his friends, I turned to Zoey, aghast, "You seriously expect me to do... that??" I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper.
Zoey stood beside me, her board at the ready, "Come on, it'll be fun!" She said, her eyes sparkling with encouragement.
As Zoey encouraged me to give skateboarding a try, I hesitated, but my agile Supernatural abilities soon took over. I grasped the board's balance and movement, my muscles adapting quickly. With a few tentative pushes, I began to glide across the concrete, my confidence growing.
The teenagers around us watched in awe, their eyes fixed on me as I effortlessly navigated the ramps and curves. Zoey beamed with pride, "Whoa, Cyra, you're a natural!" she exclaimed.
I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement, "This is actually kind of fun!" I replied, my feet moving in sync with the board.
Zoey chuckled, "Told you it would be!" She joined me, and together we rode the ramps, our boards weaving in and out of each other. The crowd cheered as we performed a flawless tandem move, our laughter echoing through the park.
After hours of skateboarding, we decided to head back home, exhausted but exhilarated. As we walked through the front door, Molly greeted us with a warm smile, "Welcome back, girls! How was your day?"
Zoey grinned and headed towards her room, "It was amazing, Mum! Cyra's a skateboarding prodigy!" she called out, disappearing into her room to change.
I, on the other hand, flopped onto my bed, my muscles screaming in relief. I let out a contented sigh, my mind replaying the day's excitement.
Molly poked her head into my room, "How about you, Cyra? Did you have fun?"
I smiled lazily, "Yeah... it was incredible. Thanks for letting Zoey drag me along."
Molly chuckled, "Anytime, dear. Get some rest – you look like you need it!"
As she closed the door, I let my thoughts drift, my mind filled with happy memories of the day. I felt grateful for this new life, for Zoey's friendship, and for the simple joys that made it all worthwhile. With a happy sigh, I let sleep claim me, my heart still soaring from the thrill of skateboarding.
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I didn't get to go on the swings tho-
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Zoey: "Come on, Cyra, it'll be fun! You can't spend all day in your Pikachu onesie."
Cyra: "Why not? It's comfortable, and I'm pretty sure Pikachu would approve."
Zoey: "... If you don't change out of that onesie, I'm taking away your anime privileges for the rest of the week."
Cyra: "What?! No way! You wouldn't dare!"
Zoey: "Not only that. I'll take away all your mangas and replace them with classics."
Cyra: "No fair! You were the one who gave me those for my 16th birthday!"
Zoey: "Really-"
Cyra: "Fine! But only because I don't wanna be deprived of my anime fix."
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Another [A/N]: Thanks for reading! ^^
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