A Girl Who Walked on Water

[Swords and quills]

Higuchi Gima was a girl who in class rarely spoke but always wore a smile as the dull school days rolled by with no clear end. Today, oh today however was far different from the hours she spent grinning at pages on a book no one knew the name of because she would never tell. Today was quite simply a day she could walk on water. When the time fell down the rabbit hole to wherever days that are wasted end up and the bell that chimed as a reminder it was time to go home and get ready to sit through another lack luster moment of average everyday chores and work; that was when Higuchi-san rushed off to a place where no one could follow because they were to afraid to. She would twirl around as she leaped from concrete stone to concrete stone as though each step that landed on the ground was slowing her down. She slipped out of her shoes in one fluid motion of pure grace like a ballet dancer on a final exam. when her bare feet meet the rough, wet asphalt she finally stopped dashing about and looked up to the sky. With a whimsical expression she studied the sky and every subtle twitch and expansion each of the passing storm clouds made. Her eyes were sharped and focused just like when she grinned at her mysterious book that was almost as much of an enigma as she was.

She had run far passed that lonely classroom of A-3 where her seat was left vandalized as the warm colors of melted orange caramel dripped down the sky and the blood smeared sun. The home she was bored and tired of from every second of wash those dishes and chase your dreams but not if they do not really make sense. Now it was just another day but to her another day could be a closing door that if she ran just fast enough she could get her foot in that one door. It had rained, the gods had shed their mighty tears; maybe they cried for every sad soil who had given up and ascended to new plane of existence but only by giving up for one last time. Letting the 'just another day' tick past her she thought just maybe the gods cried because we always used their name as a bad word and throw it around because they never cared about what they felt. Maybe, just maybe the gods cried because they were bullied like her and maybe they cried because they knew she never would. It had rained, and now the tears of the heaven that left a thin layer of the essence of the sea laying over top the slick tile of the area by the school pool. She took a soft steps suddenly finding that she had not the strength to carelessly run over her slice of joy and magic. She felt the cool ocean on the bottoms of her feet wash away the bitter dirt that stained her by everyday life. She felt not meant for this world of jokers and fools like she was the kind of girl who could truly walk on water.

((It would make sense if you were a fellow classmate or a teacher but I am open plus I am not picky with length either))