(Starter) Noah sat in a 'Native American' fashion on the ground of his backyard, he known the grass would probably stain his khakis, but he frankly didn't give any care about it. His father had been too busy to even acknowledge Noah most times as of late, and it seemed as if he was never home. The emerald-green eyed boy just let out a sigh of discontent, turning his digital camera around in his hands, then nonchalantly slinging the camera across the grass.
Akira, bored, had been walking around the neighborhood and making little flowers bloom on tree branches she passed. Spotting a butterfly, a smile adorned her face and the blue-haired girl followed the gentle creature, paying no attention to where she was going.
The butterfly flew over a fence and Akira was quick to follow, jumping over it with ease. As she looked around for the butterfly, she stepped forward and looked down in surprise at seeing a digital camera underneath her foot. Luckily, she hadn’t broken it and she picked it up as she looked around curiously.
It was then that the sixteen-year-old had noticed she had leaped into someone’s yard, and a boy that looked around her age was sitting nearby.
Akira opened and closed her mouth, stretching her hand out with the camera.
"Sorry. I was chasing the butterfly…is this yours?"