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There were days Kharis had to learn to keep herself busy while her mother was out working. These idle days were usually filled with games and sports, to a degree. Kicking a ball around a yard didn't necessarily seem too entertaining, but she made due, especially when she could kick to a certain height or length. The day was similar to others, just as her boredom had been. Dropping the ball to the ground, the ginger lined it up to kick, backing a few feet in order to get a running start. Now focused, she sprinted toward her target, the force of her foot hitting the ball right on.
She smiled in success, but the smile soon faltered as she heard a 'thump!' in the distance, followed by a yelp. Oh, no.
Immediately, she dashed toward the source of the noise, staring in horror as she noticed her ball rolling right beside someone holding their head in pain. She gasped in shock, ❝I'm so sorry! I didn't-- I didn't know someone was over here!❞
