Natallia had left her school early. She wandered around the streets, still confused as to what she would do now.
Hardly anyone was out at this hour. If it wasn't school, people also had work to do. However the school nurse had thought it was best that she went home, so here she was. It didn't completely matter to her that she was supposed to be waiting for her parents to come around to pick her up. She just wanted out of that place.
Though a part of her didn't want to go back home.
Her school was going under some renovations. Some workers had been standing on platform to fix something on the second floor of her school - she couldn't say what though because she really hadn't cared. One had knocked their tool box off the edge while she passed. It should have hit her. Smashed her skull in and leaving her comatose. Yet here she still was, unharmed. Somehow, going against all laws of gravity, that toolbox had bounced right off her and flew straight into the window besides the platform.
She was not the sort of person to be rattled easily, and even now she looked apathetic to it all, but it honestly freaked her out. Gravity did not work like that.
Of course it wasn't the first instance of weirdness around her. But then she'd never used this magic she believe she had to defy gravity before. People would bound to notice something was amiss.
'Who cares?' Reminding herself before she started to worry over the silly matter, she sped up her pace. She wasn't going to be here long anyway. After a very suspicious incident like that she knew well enough that sticking around here was only going to attract trouble for herself (and in her opinion she was already seeing enough trouble from a pesky "institute"). There was no way she would be taken away. Not again. If she had to go she at least wanted to go on her own terms.