I stared at the newly found object in my garden. Ogling it with a sense of curiosity, I analyse all the different details I could observe. it was coated in a bright white, but with small rust stains near the bottom of the avatar's base standing on the pillar. In my life I have never seen something on that level of craftsmanship before, with such attention to detail. In every square centimeter you could find a thousand small cuts refining the detail of it.
The only strange think, which might as well just be my eyes playing tricks on me, is that the lines seem to move ever so slightly. Or rather, it feels like the surrounding ground is getting warped alongside it.
I must be tired, yesterday was a long night after all. I was having fun bowling with my friends until around 1am. Even though I'm not any good at it, it was still fun to experience all the thrills and reactions with them.
I could take a nap, school only starts at 2pm today, and it's only 7:20 at the moment. But I decided to instead think about what to do with the statue, and who left it there.
"Hey, Sataro!" a cheery voice shouted. Shifting my sight to the direction of the sound in a reflex, I could see my classmates head popping out over the fence. She is one of the people I bowled with yesterday, and generally we are pretty close, often hanging around of our own volition (though sometimes our parents nag us on to play together as well).
The sunrise illuminating her curly golden hair from the back, blended together with the many red and yellow hues from the morning sky was a picturesque sentastion to behold. Often times I wonder how she hasn't been recruited by a model agency yet. However, the fact that she isn't makes me have all the more time to spend with her.
"Good morning, up early today I see." I greeted her with a smile back.
She crawled over the fence and jumped inside the garden, showing off her athletic prowess to me by doing a backflip when she stands on top of it. For a glimpse I got the chance to see what panties she was wearing, blue with white stripes today.
"Thanks for the view."
"Heheh, pervert."
She quickly took note of my garden's new decoration.
"Quite the strange eye your dad has for art."
"It wasn't him this time", I rebuked, "Neither of them bought it, from what I saw. It simply appeared, don't know what to do with it."
"Hmm, interesting." She said, "A gift maybe, from a very strange person."
"I don't know anyone like that. At least not ones that would buy such an abstract thing and plop it out in the open."
She tried picking it up, it looked like it could fir in one hand after all, being only slightly shorter and thicker than a long stick. The thing was, she couldn't get it off the ground. I could clearly see her struggle, and at first I thought of it as a joke. Not so much after I saw beads of sweat trickling down from her face, and her heaving shallower, sharper breaths than before.
"Really that heavy, huh?"
"Not heavy... as much as.. stuck!"
She quickly gave it a rest and crouched down to look at it as I did before.
She must've thought it was creepy, as I could see her make a unsettled face while looking at it. "Real strange..." she muttered under her breath. Only moment later after careful study, did she suddenly jump up and move away from the topic, as if she were playing out a gag in a comedy skit.
"Anyways, nice weather today as well, isn't it?" She asked out of the blue, seemingly not interested in the previous topic anymore. She had a habit of doing so whenever she felt like her interest was wavering. I can respect the effort.
"Should be good weather for minigolfing. Not too hot, low wind strength."
"Makes it a little too easy though." She interjected. "Minigolf is not all that hard to begin with, so having to put in the extra skill would make it all the more exciting to play, don't you think?"
And so she would keep jumping from topic to topic while I tried my best to follow along, as my weary mind only felt more strained as time flew by. Even on the way to school would she constantly let out a constant barrage of thoughts. And even before the classes started for the day until 5pm, she mostly focused on talking to me while we were hanging out in our group.
I would've probably forgotten all about the statue that day, if it hadn't been for the strange occurrence later on.