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Namine's P.O.V

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"Mum! What are you doing? Get down from there!"

I slam the door, drop my backpack and rush across the living room.

One of mum's feet is curled over the tenth floor balcony railing, the other is tiptoe on the top of a small stepladder. One hand is around the chain of the empty hanging basket. The screw that holds the basket is coming loose from its plastic socket in the ceiling. I can see the crumbling white dist.

"Mum!" I shout up at her, disturbing images of possible outcomes flashing through my head as she sways. "Get down! Please, please get down."

She stares blankly. For a spilt second, I follow her gaze over the treetops to where a white ribbon of water was flowing through innocent, unborn ditches down the hillside, whilst the soon-to-set sun was shining in the sky in all its glory.

A sudden gust of cold February wind grabs at her long blonde hair, and she sways even more. I slap my hands tightly over my mouth. If I startle her, she might slip. I think I'm going to be sick...

The phone rings. I can't leave her. Another ring.

Mum twirls on the balls of her feet and leaps gracefully to the floor of the balcony. She sends me an innocent smile and heads for the phone. I struggle to bring my breathing back to normal as I follow, locking the balcony doors behind me. I stare at the patches of ice along the metal racks and wonder how she managed to open the sliding doors in the first place.

"Hello, Eileen speaking," she says, her voice light and controlled. "Yes, Mr Bryant, I'm fine. No, no, you're not bothering me. I was just enjoying the view."

I study her carefully as she talks. What's going on? She's my old mum, the one who teaches grade 4, the one who can be calm and sparkling at the same time, the one who is always in control. The person on the edge of the balcony had definitely not been in control.

Mum lowers herself into one of the pink wingback chairs and crosses her legs. "Thank you for being so understanding, Mr Bryant. Not all principals would be, I'm sure. Yes, no doubt you are right, Mr Bry- I mean Tom. It's likely just stress. Yes, sir. Tom. I'll take care of myself goodbye."

She drops the receiver into the cradle as if it was as if it were covered in something unpleasant and wipes her hands across the front of her white tracksuit. Then, as if suddenly remembering I exsist, she comes over and hugs me.

"Namine, you're home. Is it that late? What time is it anyway?" She squints at the dome clock on the piano.

"Three-thirty," I answer, trying not to look at the pile of music books. I won't think about my grade six conservatory exam coming up. "What were you doing on the balcony just now?"

"What's that, Namine?"

She's stalling.

"What were you doing on the balcony?"

"Like I told Mr Bryant. I mean Tom. I'm to call him Tom even though he's only been at our school since, since, gosh..." She stops running water into the kettle. "Since Christmas."

"You always call him Tom. You said he told the staff to call him Tom on his very first day."

"Oh," she says, going as pink as the living room chairs. She puts the kettle on the stove and... Wait we have an electric kettle...

"Mum, what are you doing!?"

"Why, I'm making tea, Namine. I've been craving for it all morning."

"Erm, mum that's an electric kettle."

She looks at he as if I am mad and continues turning on the heat.

"Mum! The kettle will melt!" She weren't listening.

"Mum!" I yank the kettle off the heat causing the water to pour out, spending across the floor. Mum looks at the water on the floor and then looks at me, with a very annoyed expression.

"Namine!! What do you think you are doing!!"

"Mum..."

"Stop shouting!" She screamed and walked out of the kitchen to fetch a mop. Why did she just shout at me. I didn't do anything wrong! She was going to melt the flipping kettle! Feeling extremely annoyed, decide to take some air outside. The door slams behind me as I run down the apartment buildings long hallway.

I stand in the empty elevator, blow my nose and dab my eyes. In the mirror tiles, my reflection looks very grumpy. I stare back with gloomy grey-blue eyes at my fine blonde hair that hangs down past my shoulders. A tear runs down my cheek. I look so much like my dad it hurts; except I have blonde hair. Old questions hurl back into my brain. Why did he leave? Would everything be different, or better, if he'd stuck it out with us? I swallow back tears as the elevator doors whoosh open at the lobby.

Outside, if you follow the end of the road and turn up at Twilight Grove, it takes you up to sunset hill. Cars fly by and a bus whines down to a noisy halt at the stop. But there's no one walking. It's cold.

I walk up to sunset hill and seat myself in one of the vacant benches. The view looks beautiful especially when the sun sets, the colours beautifully mix into each other like paints on a palate. The image of mum on the edge, literally, on the edge of the balcony, swims in front of my eyes. What if I hadn't come home when I did? Would she have let go and fallen? It's too bizarre. I shiver. Maybe I shiver. Maybe I should have been more sympathetic, but I was sure she was going to jump and that scared me. Why did she do that? Was because of something I did? Was she worried that she had lost control of her, darling daughter. I am almost fifteen, I am my own person but...Maybe...I don't know. I must be because of the divorce, it has to be. Or...stress?

"Carful, Grandma Chii," says a voice. "It might be slippery."

Startled, I turn to see the tiniest old woman. She is hidden beneath a hat, hood and long coat. Her dark, empty eyes stare over a yellow scarf. She takes tentative steps while people, one on either side, hover anxiously.

"Hello." Her voice is deep and raspy. "Good to see you again."

"Come on now, mother." The younger woman's smile is apologetic.

The person on the other side looks up, and my breath catches in my throat. It's Roxas Hinogami from my grade. He's new to my school. He's smart. He's gorgeous. Unfortunately, He's also oblivious to girls and painfully shy. When he realizes it's me, he stops.

"Hi," I say quietly

"Hi, Namine." He dosen't meet my eyes.

"Namine!" Grandma Chii cries, her face animated. " Does this mean you and Roxas are dating again? I'm so pleased. He talks about you the time!"

"He...does?" I gasp.

Roxas's already rosy cheeks flush scarlet. He tugs on her sleeve. " Let's keep moving. It's cold out here."

The youngest woman, who I figure is Roxas's mother, pats my arm. "Dont mind her."

Roxas struggles to get his grandmother to along the path further down the hill and away from his embarrassment. My mouth is still hanging open when he glances back.

I watch as they cross go down the hill and get into a white car parked on the opposite road. Grandma Chii thinks that Roxas and I are dating. What a rush! But where would she get an idea like that? Has he really been talking about me? Maybe there was some other Namine at his old school. Maybe...

What a totally weird day!

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Well... done. I'd really like to hear (or see - o.0)your thoughts. Your comments are REALLY appreciated 8D They would make me really happy!! So I'll try to update soon, if people like it Thank you so much for reading D