#princessoftheprideland

Kaleb knocked on the door. He looked down at his rented suit, wondering if he really did look good or if the shopkeeper was lying. But it didn't look so bad. The boy was pretty nervous, but not because of Kara this time. It was the first time he ever danced properly with a girl in his life and he didn't want to let her down.

A young, dark-colored lion cub had easily made his way through the unkempt fields his pride called home and across the swampy river that ran between them and lands that were unknown to him.

The tiny creature was a long way from being a full-grown lion, but even at that point he already felt like he could do anything on his own. Even though he'd been told the lands past the river were forbidden, he wanted to visit. In fact, said prohibition was a big part of what motivated him to do so, and the young Kovu just couldn't see anything bad about the place. The grass was taller and it was slightly warmer, and he could even see several lots of antelopes and a few giraffes in the distance.

Henry was trying to pay attention to where he was going, he really was. But he was carrying a lot of books for a study session with Pat, and thinking about finding lost things as he did, something that Ariel had gotten him into the habit of. He wanted to show her the things he'd found next time he saw her. 

Because his mind was elsewhere and his hands were occupied, Henry didn't see the tiny blonde girl until it was far too late. He bumped into her, and in his panic to see if she was okay, all the books in his arms went flying and so did he. He skidded across the sidewalk, giving himself a few very nasty scrapes, but was much more concerned for the person that he'd nearly flattened. "Hey, I'm so sorry..." he began, then made eye contact with the girl, recognition sparking in his eyes. "Kara?"

As the rest of class packs up to leave, I switch my math notebook with my sketchbook, and sharpen a pencil. I have absolutely no intention of going outside for break, as that involves human interaction and wet weather, both of which are equally as detestable. I sit for a few minutes, wondering how to start this next sketch, how to make it seem as lifelike as possible. Doodling a few circles in approximate places, I begin to draw the outline of the body. This one is going to be a really sleek, magnificent creature, with huge wings, shimmering scales, elegant features. It's going to be different from the others. It's not going to be a brave, fighting beast, like the others. I'm not actually sure what it's going to be, except for a rather oddly pretty dragon.

  The door slams open, and it takes me by surprise. I somehow manage to stab my pencil into the desk so the lead breaks, before dropping it on the floor. Without looking up to see who it is, I pick it up and reach for my sharpener. I turn the pencil six times and then continue with the outline of whatever this thing was. 

Kara sighed all but collapsing onto the bench (luckily the bus stop was empty). It had been a long day at work and she was glad it was over. But even if it had been horrible day the morning was a dream. In fact she had been asking herself all day if she had simply imagined it. Kaleb asked her out (or she asked him out or asked to meet again or something). She wasn't sure if it was a date. Was  it? Did going out for coffee after school count as a date? She smiled. Even if it wasn't it was something. 

Kara sighed, staring at the different types of coffee at the grocery store. She was bored with her usual brand and wanted to try something different. But the problem was she wasn't sure which one to buy. She started between the brands, wishing she was better at making decisions. 

She felt a tap on her shoulder. 

Kara took her coffee and after adding the necessary ingredients decided that she didn't want to drink it in the shop today. She glanced at her watch: 8:39. She still had twenty-one minutes. Since she knew she was going to be cooped up in the office all day she decided to drink her coffee in the park. It was always calming for her when she was surrounded by nature and she needed some relaxation in preparation for her most likely stressful day. 

She turned the corner just in time to crash into someone else. Luckily her coffee hadn't spilled but the other person had fallen to the ground. "Are you okay?" She asked, concern etched in her voice. "I'm so sorry!"