“–no, mum, are you kidding me? they watch us like hawks here. haven’t been able to smoke at all.” kirsa dropped the unlit cigarette from her mouth, picked it up again, wiped it on her sleeve, then put it back where it belongs. “can’t say the same for freddie and rio. don’t tell clara i said that. they’re fine – no, seriously, they’re great.” she paused, waiting for something, but she sighed when it didn’t come. “…yeah, just call me whenever. hope the meeting goes well. yeah…bye.”
slipping her phone into her pocket, kirsa huffed. she hopped off the seesaw on the playground, picked up a rock from the side, and then threw it as hard as she could at the brick wall with all the chalk drawings on it. picking up more, she threw them again, and again, and again.
Nearea had been going to the playground to spend some time on the swings when she found the girl throwing rocks at the chalk covered wall. She frowned as she watched her, she knew that kind of frustration, the kind that made you want to hurt something, to cause something pain. Sadly unlike this girl, the thing Nearea caused pain to wasn't a thing at all, but herself. Still she couldn't stop herself from trying to help. "A-are you okay?"
