scene twenty-eight - park - year seven

They, predictably, had been left to guard the bags and coats, while everyone else ran around, hyper on energy drinks and the general, inexplicable excitement of youth, clambering all over the shiny new climbing frame. It was okay. As the chains of the swing creaked, they let their still-clean school shoes touch the not-quite-concrete ground with their toes, pushing just a little to keep a tiny amount of motion going. Next to them, a mountain of people's belongings, dropped with barely any regard for their contents, stood proudly, barely leaning against one of the metal poles holding up the swings. Holding onto their seat with both hands, they allowed themself to close their eyes for a moment, their head partially resting against the metal chain of the swing.