Kira floated through the school hallways, among all the other students, to her homeroom. It felt like she was on a train, waiting to come to her stop, where she would simply slip out of the mass and into the classroom, smooth as ice.
Some people say junior high is just a transition between elementary school and high school…
She found her room and quietly edged toward it through the crowd, attempting to slip in, smooth as ice, when she tripped and fell, tumbling towards the polished tiled floor.
But I think it's much, much more…
She braced herself for the fall, but soon realized that she was not, in fact, falling. It took her a moment to feel the arm that was around her waist, holding her up.
It's the beginning and the end at the same moment…
She looked up, and saw a pair of wide cerulean eyes embeded in a light buttermilk face which held a gravity-defying head of sunny blonde hair.
It's how the beginning and end separate…
Kira blinked for a moment before realizing the position they were in- standing in a crowded hallway on the first day of school where a hundred (or more) students are trying to navigate they're new homerooms, not moving, blocking entry to a room in which other students are trying to get into.
And how you keep moving forward.
Kira quickly regained her balance and moved into the classroom, where the boy followed. They moved out of the way so the other students could walk into the room, and quickly began talking.
"I'm so sorry about that—"
"Are you okay? What did you—"
"Just… thank you
so much for—"
"It was no problem, but—"
"I'm such a klutz sometimes, you probably just—"
The boy started laughing at their attempt (and failure) to talk without interupting each other. Kira stopped talking and smiled at the boy, also realizing how silly they looked.
When the boy stopped laughing, he looked at Kira with a small smile. "I'm Roxas," he said, hesitantly holding out his hand.
Kira smiled wider and shook it enthusiastically, saying, "I'm Kira."
They walked to the blob of students standing in the back of the room as the bell rang. The teacher quickly told them their (dreaded) assigned seats. Roxas sat three seats to the left and two seats down from Kira, who sat in front of a tall red-headed boy.
It seemed that the beginning of something great had just begun.