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Berri’s life was semi-normal. Boring, even. Nothing really new happens at all. It personally irked her on how bland things were around here. Nothing new besides whatever was going on outside with those bees. She could swear she hears bees collect pollen from outside of her home buzzing about tickling?
She could care less, personally, she was fine with her routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, work out, take a shower, relax for the rest of the day, maybe watch tv or relax outside. The only changing part of this would be going on a date with Conker. Conker used to be decent enough to at least stay sober to take her out before taking her home and immediately bee-lining it over to the Cock and Plucker bar. Now, he’s usually there when he shouldn’t be. It started with only once. That was it, only once. Then, it got more frequent, to the point it was a rare chance for him to really come over when he says he’d be anymore. Berri was frankly tired of him lying over it.
The minute she heard her voicemail message and the phone beep, she heard the usual excuse after excuse. Always somewhat the same. “Hey Berri, gonna be a little late but I’ll be there!” “Hey Berri, just with the guys for a quick drink!” “Hey Berri, hanging out with the guys right now!” “Hey Berri, busy with something right now, so I’ll be over there later!”
He’s lucky he’s cute or she would have dropped him in a heartbeat. Adding “I love you” at the end of them is helping less and less. She always knew what he was up to, it really wasn’t a surprise. Always drinking… it did him no good, especially in showing up on time, or showing up at all. At least he was modestly honest about it so she would know she’d have to wait a while. A shame he couldn’t have modest amounts of bottles.
Berri’s thoughts were swarming today. Her mind wasn’t usually this jumbled up. Things just seemed like they were going to shit today more than usual. So, why not go out and try to go for a jog? It wouldn’t hurt.
She hasn’t gone jogging for a while. It’s usually doing yoga or working out inside. Not for hating the outside, she just hates the way people treat her while she runs. Catcalling won’t make you have a chance, and frankly, it never will. Critters around here can’t seem to take that hint at all, though. Only this time did she feel like she needed fresh air and wind on her face.
Berri pushes open the door, the sunlight immediately hitting her face. She squints, putting her arm above her forehead to shield some of it. She already had her earplugs in her ears, MP3 player already playing some eccentric song that’ll get her in the mood for running. She already stretched inside, so she just steadies her breathing, getting ready before doing a light run on the road ahead. The ground crushed and crunched every now and then as she mindlessly drifted elsewhere, letting her body jog along the steady path.
The brightness of the sun got less intense on her eyes as she absentmindedly ran, the light breeze whisking by to make things a warm and cool day outside. She was just letting her body move by itself. She was just letting herself flow along whatever way she wanted herself to go. She might’ve made a turn to the left? She wasn’t paying attention, she couldn’t tell. Nor bothered to. There wasn’t much around, surprisingly, with such a nice day. It was even better that way, she assumed. She continued, her pace getting faster as she moved. She stumbled across a small river, deciding to walk along beside it. It seemed to sooth the travel some more. The rocks seemed slippery, but it probably was nothing to concern about.
Berri kept going for a bit, letting the scenery ease her a bit. It wasn’t until she briefly heard commotion? Some ramblings about nanas? She still couldn’t tell, still didn’t care. The music playing in her ears was all she could focus on minus the feelings of the wind. She could hear it getting decently close. She tried to pick it up some more. Maybe she can just get away from it.
Then she started to hear buzzing. It was loud, but it definitely wasn’t coming from her earbuds. It wasn’t a bees, either. She looked around, still jogging along the path as she went. She looked both sides before hearing a voice from above, still distant, yet closer.
“Ahh, it’s all empty. I don’t need this shit anymore.”
She could only react so fast when something yellow blurs from the corner of your eye, and not looking forward from the blur in the skies droning by, it was only inevitable something caught her foot and made her slip.
She stumbled back, nearly stumbling into the water as she used her legs to balance herself back up and on some of the rocks. She stared at the banana peel, flopping down to the ground again. She sighed in relief. That could’ve been a horrible situation! She started walking over and beginning to jog again—
Which turned out to be a mistake from the slippery nature of the rocks.
As her foot stepped back down, the surface tripped her. Her body jerked to the side from the slip, making her fall forward onto the rocks before causing her to crash into the water, a loud splashing sound made water crash everywhere. She felt a heavy feeling on her leg, a swift pain stung at her knee. Body nearly engulfed in the river, she knew she had to act fast. Her body ached from her movements, but panic set in more than the pain. She pulled herself out with her upper body, leaning herself onto the ground. She spat out some extra water in her system. Her eyes narrowed above at the beetles above, only droning away and not even batting an eye at her fall.
“Stupid bugs! Ugh!” She hissed under her breath. Her eyes soon moved to the earbuds now strung up on the rocks. She tugged her body forward to avoid any scratches on them, carefully moving them, only ending up breaking one of the wires to her earbuds anyway. She stared before groaning.
“Just great.” She sighed. She unplugged the headphones from her MP3 and stuffed them in her back pocket. She tried getting up, only to be met with a stinging feeling worse than what she felt in the pool, extra pain from her sides. The feeling of something cutting open the skin in her knee made her wince, yelling in pain as she immediately crumbles back down with a thud. Her right knee hurt like hell, the other only left with a scrape as her legs were covered in a few scratches from the rocks. She sat up, twisting her body to stare at a bruised up knee that could barely move a
muscle. It seemed bad. She held her hand to it. She shuffled her body to a nearby tree that was luckily there, sighing as she sat there.
First, she gets stood up. Then, she gets almost tripped by a banana and THEN thrown into full on river of water by small ROCKS. Now, she’s stuck with scratches and a sprained knee with earbuds and an MP3 that might not even work anymore.
But what to do…?