When the two of them talked, it was like alien talk for Lovelle. When was the time she actually talked to someone as in a real conversaition? Maybe her mom doesn't count in but maybe her pet can count? No, maybe it has to be a person. "Bleachers?" She thought for a moment then remembered where it was, should she go there? Meet those people and start to... talk? No, it would get boring around here, it would get quiet the first thing when she would be there, she didn't know what she could say though.
School had ended and she stood by her locker and thought, everyone was gone already and the halls was very quiet than usual. Should she really go?
She looked at her dirty and broken umbrella and thought for a while. No, she was afraid. What if they would make a prank on her? Just like the others? Maybe throw innocent cute little bugs at her as the last time? She felt sorry for the bugs in the bucket that tried to get out of there and then suddenly they where in her, of course as anyone would do she carefully made sure that they could get back to ther right place in the woods, she got bitten a few times but she knew that they where afraid. Or maybe they would try to break her umbrella even more? Maybe take her shoes and throw them in the toilet?
Lovelle didn't mind any of those thoughts but should she really take her time on that? Why not just walk home safely and take her time there? Yes, so she would do. She took her umbrella and started to go down the stairs. Out of the school and then turn right straight home. Well, not really. Half through the road she saw a playground and wanted to go to the swings and sit there for a moment. Just quietly move backwards and forwards while the wind engage her hair and the sky was slowly turning orange.