Rough days led to rough nights. She'd never been very good at burying her emotions, and the day had really tested her. It'd been years, but she still felt pangs from her mom's death. The kids she went to school with were ruthless--aliens weren't always welcome alongside humans--and the kids she lived with were never not on her nerves. She needed to walk it out, so out the window she went.
They weren't supposed to leave at night, but Kaala swore she would explode if she had to spend one more second in that stuffy little room. It was easy enough to escape and get back in anyways; if she used the force, even easier. It was fine though, they wouldn't miss her. She'd walk down a couple blocks past the bar and to the convenience store, grab a snack or a fruit, and come back. She would be back before 3am, easy.
Kaala started down the dimly lit street and bounced a little ball as she absentmindedly went along. The ball never reached her palm though; it paused inches away as if something repelled it. This went on for a while--the togruta child took a step, the ball bounced, and so on. Kaala was lost in thought, going from angry to sad to just okay as she traveled through the day's events.
She took another step, eyes lazily gazing out in front of her, but her foot caught on the uneven ground and sent her falling to the ground. The togruta child let out a surprised squeal and a pained "oof." The ball, out of her control, bounced off and toward a storm drain. She scrambled to feet and chased after it, her arm outstretched toward the pink plastic sphere. The ball slipped through the iron grate, then moments later shot back out and landed itself in her waiting palm. Geez, how embarrassing.
Kaala dusted herself off and continued on her way to the store, but this time grasped the ball tightly. She didn't feel like tripping again, nor embarrassing herself to any potential onlooker. The street had been deserted before, but it was always crowded around the bar.
They weren't supposed to leave at night, but Kaala swore she would explode if she had to spend one more second in that stuffy little room. It was easy enough to escape and get back in anyways; if she used the force, even easier. It was fine though, they wouldn't miss her. She'd walk down a couple blocks past the bar and to the convenience store, grab a snack or a fruit, and come back. She would be back before 3am, easy.
Kaala started down the dimly lit street and bounced a little ball as she absentmindedly went along. The ball never reached her palm though; it paused inches away as if something repelled it. This went on for a while--the togruta child took a step, the ball bounced, and so on. Kaala was lost in thought, going from angry to sad to just okay as she traveled through the day's events.
She took another step, eyes lazily gazing out in front of her, but her foot caught on the uneven ground and sent her falling to the ground. The togruta child let out a surprised squeal and a pained "oof." The ball, out of her control, bounced off and toward a storm drain. She scrambled to feet and chased after it, her arm outstretched toward the pink plastic sphere. The ball slipped through the iron grate, then moments later shot back out and landed itself in her waiting palm. Geez, how embarrassing.
Kaala dusted herself off and continued on her way to the store, but this time grasped the ball tightly. She didn't feel like tripping again, nor embarrassing herself to any potential onlooker. The street had been deserted before, but it was always crowded around the bar.