Her tale starts with a near-death experience, or so she would like to call it. Freya was bringing her bony figure to the limits, climbing the trees in the town park while attempting to take pictures. Her fair hair was pulled up and she was dressed to be comfortable. She was standing on what seemed like a sturdy branch, on her tip-toes and trying to take photos of the bird nest that was hidden in the higher branches. Her body was pressed against the trunk in an attempt to keep her balance, however when she moved a little she lost her footing and slipped.
Freya let out a scream as she felt her body move in downward direction. Clutching her expensive camera in one hand - a gift she bought herself with the money she won in her last pageant ever; Freya attempted to grab onto anything that passed near her hand. Lucky for her, she managed to grab onto a branch just as about she was to hit the ground. Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, Freya let go of her camera after checking that the strap was securely around her neck and jumped down from the branch.
When she was securely on the ground again, Freya inspected her camera for any scratches or breaks. Relieved that the camera was unharmed, the girl looked over her body. She had a few scratches and might have a bruise or two later on, but she was in one piece for what she was grateful.
"I'm not climbing trees ever again." Freya muttered to herself, glaring at the tree like it was guilty of making her fall.
She decided to stroll through the park and take pictures from the safe ground level. Maybe some people wouldn't mind starring as models in a few pictures that she would take today - most of which would either go in her portfolio or onto her blog.
Easy going as ever, Andy was laid down on the rooftops that were scattered over the city. With his head up in the clouds and earphones in his ears, he didn't care if there was a natural disaster or the apocalypse going on around him. He was relaxing and in a state of near nirvana without the use of anything but the music made by the band of the same name.
He has finished his shift at his dad's motocross bike renting companty about an hour and a half ago and was glad to get away from prissy customers with stupid questions and even stupider ideas about motocrossing. After three hours of saying 'Yes sir we do sell motocross bikes' to people who apparently forgot their reading glasses from home, he was worn out. He also had another three hour shift later on in the day, but was considering to talk his dad out of having to do it.
Andy was a laid back kid and he didn't like being told what to do. He felt like going to some sort of party later on, however he knew of none coming up. Apparently everyone was still worn out from the weekend. Shrugging, Andy went back to listening to his music, noticing a group of people a few rooftops away from himself, staring and pointing at him.