haven't had enough [yuuma]

you haven't had enough

Jesus christ, why the hell did she treck all the goddamn way out here again? Oh right, she had no reason. Naomi threw herself onto a bench and moaned. She was never, ever, going to fucking walk anywhere.

Ever, fucking, again.

Usually, she wouldn't be in this much agony if she walked anywhere in the U.S.A, but she was being a baby and being particularly moody because her father kicked her out of the house for a while. She was even more pissed than she already was. Really, people called her an instigator when she was sure she had gotten her instigation skills from her father. He was such an ass sometimes because, goddamnit, who kicks their child out into an unusual environment?

No one, that's who.

Naomi swore loudly, she really wasn't in the mood for exploration, but she really didn't want to sit around and wait for the sun set. That would take too long and her temper really wasn't going to settle down any time soon. The red-brown haired girl sat up with a huff on the bench. Her eyes trained on the scenery around her, not looking that interested at all.

Suddenly, Naomi stood and walked away from the bench. She had spotted a rock, just a random rock on the ground. Why it had sparked her interest she didn't know. All she knew, was that she wanted to throw it.

And throw it was what she would do.

She bent over and picked up the rock before standing up straight again. She rolled the rough item around in her palm for a while before tossing it up into the air lightly and catching it a few times. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it wasn't anything crappy either. It was okay for a rock.

Naomi eyed an nearby bush, and glanced at the rock on her hand. She debated whipping the hard, rough rock into the bush. There wouldn't be any harm in it so she just did.

She whipped the rock into the bush and was greeted with a faint noise from the bush.

"Jesus peace." Of all the bushes, she picked the one with something hiding in it. Goddamnit, fuck.