The taste of dirt was becoming exceedingly familiar, sometimes she got lucky and even managed to get pieces of grass stuck in her teeth. That wasn't an achievement, it was actually a painful new type of punishment that was sure to make the girl want to curse the skies.
Gekko was a simple girl, she just wanted to excel in all of her classes. Her Father was counting on her to do so, her grandparents' scrutiny was not to be trifled with. Which is why she worked very hard to pass all of her classes with some kind of shine, she wasn't silly enough to think she was some kind of shining star in the midst of a real shining sky, but she knew she had her own sparkle. It was enough to satisfy her Father at the very least, and that was good enough in her head. Really, it was only a matter of time before the girl met her match, but never in her 12 years of living did she expect it to be broom flying. It was almost embarrassing, really. Cadell Phillips was a broom racing star during his time at Hogwarts, she remembered how he had liked to tell her about how free he felt on a broom with the dreamiest smile on his face. And now, as Gekko lied on the grass in her muddied uniform staring up at the bright sky, she wondered if he had ever gone through such trials before he soared.
The taste of dirt in her mouth was unforgiving and strong, making her face scrunch up with pure disdain and spitting out a few bits of grass as she sat up on the ground. She didn't even bother to dust the dirt off her uniform anymore, it was going to need a thorough cleaning after this anyway. "Horses, carriages, even cars and now brooms...I was made to walk everywhere, this is getting ridiculous now." Gekko gave her broom a dirty look as she stood over it, her hands on her hips and glaring with as much anger she could muster to show in her gaze. Technically speaking, she knew it wasn't the broom's fault she couldn't keep her balance or stay in the air, but it felt better to release her frustration on it rather than herself. Idly, she thought about kicking it, but this wasn't her own personal broom and thought better of it.
Really, this was all just a big mess. She was a witch, for goodness’s sake, she should be able to fly a broom! It's like, simple magic behavior, everyone with magic flies on a broom, no issue! Even muggles! No, she was going to fix this, she was fixing it today. There was no way Gekko Phillips was showing her Father a failing grade in Flying. For the millionth time that day, Gekko mustered up some determination from who knows where, and grabbed that pesky broom off the ground. Forget about making it fly to her, she gave up on that already very early on.
With a huff and a puff of exaggerated deep-seated anger annoyance, Gekko swung her legs over the broom once more, her grip as tight as could be on the neck. She even gave herself a running start, her face red as she kicked herself off the ground. It began as the almost good ending usually started, she managed to get into the air. Happiness flooded through her veins like sugar, she even felt her lips start to twitch in a smile. Then it all started to crash down. She'd barely even gotten five feet off the ground before the broom started to sputter, and with a lurch she was thrown into the bushes once more. Her reddened face was now once more covered in dirt, her arms and legs covered in scratches, and her mental blown to smithereens. "You have got to be kidding me..." If Gekko's face could properly show its emotions, pure rage would be written all over it, instead it just shone very brightly in her eyes as she gazed up at the blue sky like it caused her to fail. The girl kicked the broom away from her as she forced herself to sit up, shaking her hair free of sticks and leaves. It was truly a disastrous day if she didn't even care about her hair being ruined, it was the least of her worries when her grades were on the line. "Father won't like this."
