The sky was coverd by grey clouds, which had just stopped pouring down rain. They muffled the light and everything colours seemed to have lost saturation.The many puddles reflected dark shreds of clouds floating passing by a dirty white background.
A shallow one of those liquid mirrors suddenly got stirred up as someone stepped carelessly into it. This someone was a girl. She walked with her head down, not paying too much attention to her surroundings. AN uprising cold breeze played gently with her long, wavy, black hair. The girl, Clover, hunched her shoulders a bit to keep the cold away.
A car drove by and managed to go through a large puddle next to the sidewalk. The fountain it caused was large enough to reach Clover's leg and to soak it wet.
Clover muttered something under her breath,but there was noone around to hear it. The clouds hung in the sky like a threat.
Just some moments after Clover had reached her home, the clouds spart out rain drops again. It was the kind of rain that could last for days without major interruptions.
Clover changed her wet clothes and put on her blue overall. Luckily, her family owned a garage clover could use for her hobby. So she wasn't going to be bothered by the rain and she really needed something to cheer her up right now.
Most people would find it strange that a 15-year old girl would choose fixing motorcycles as her hobby, but Clover wasn't most people. She didn't care that she was considered to be the lonely strange girl at her school. Well, most of the times she didn't.
Clover entered the garage. Her mother was away working, so her car was gone and Clover had enought space for her hobby. She removed the cover of the motorcycle standing next to the wall and got her toolbox from one of the shelves. Clover knew the motorcycle was actually just a small moped and not even officically hers. She was too young to be allowed to drive - yet. But that did not stop her from working on it and occaisonally riding it as well.
But right now, nobody would be able to ride it anyway since several parts of the motor were removed and now layed in the floor. Clover quicly counted them and when nothing was missing, she started cleaning the parts. The rug she used was soon covered with black stains, as well as her hands and pants.
After the pieces were cleaned, Clover carefully lubricated and/or oiled the pars again.
She was almost finished when she heard a car rolling on the driveway. It wasn't her mother's car, Clover knes that for several reasons. Her mother drove an old car and therefore its motor already acquired a pretty unique sound when idling. Also, her mother never returned home this early. Clover sighed. This could only mean her uncle came home. Clover quickly covered the moped and stored the toolbox away, while footprints scrunched over the gravel outside. Clover closed the door to the house behind her right in time. She could hear the big garage door open. she hurried to the bathroom to take a long shower. Her uncle didn't like her hobby and she didn't want to cause another pointless discussion.
While she was still showering, there was a short knock on the door.
"I'm home.", the muffled voice of Clover's uncle said.
"Okay.", she shouted back, while desperatly scrubbing her fingers. The mixture of dirt and oil sticked at the corners of her fingernails and refused to get removed. The only way Clover could cover it was black nailpolish. Also, this was the only reason why she even used any sort of make-up.
After she was finished in the bathroom, Clover went right into her room. It was a pity her uncle was already back, but at least she was able to prepare every part for tomorrow. Then she could fit them back in where they belonged and then maybe even make short test run. If her uncle was too early again, the test run would have to be delayed one day, but maybe that wasn't bad at all. According to the weather forecast, the day after tomorrow should be sunny and dry again. Clover smiled to herself. Now all she needed to do was letting time pass.