Naomi, on her way home after a day at school, was walking through the suburbs of Port Oswego, a route she rarely takes, though she felt the sudden urge to switch things up.

She had her head down, eyes narrowed in thought, and hands in the pockets of her bomber jacket. She was in the process of thinking to herself when she suddenly tripped over her feet and fell into a yard, your yard, and you saw everything from your porch, you got up; walked over and looked down at her as she began to rise. Naomi would meet your eyes on the way up and smile awkwardly, offering a quick wave while brushing off blades of grass from her face.

Oh god, please excuse me... I wasn't exactly paying attention, ya'know?