The sidewalk was bare this morning.

The sidewalk was bare this morning. The sun was just now casting its face, chasing away the darkness of the night. It shed a beautiful array of oranges, pinks and yellows in the sky and revealed that there was no one around to witness this gorgeous painting of the atmosphere. The burning star also exposed the shining droplets of water hanging on the grass and leaves from last night's rain. The rainfall was also public in the swishing sound her sneakers would make at her leisurely pace. She experienced the new day with her other sense, taking in the fragrance of the earth.

She loved spring.

It bought so much life to the planet after the frozen immobility of winter. And with the rush of life became new beginnings, new opportunities, and new chances to take. She had never been so optimistic about the season before, but with so many changes in her life as of late it felt good to start anew.

Taking the fork in the walk to the left, there was a small house made of glass there to greet her. A wave of comfort came to her at the sight. In just a few short months this home of exotic plants had became her sanctuary.

It had begun in the beginning of the school year, just two months into her freshman year of college, she had confronted her father. He had a strong desire for her to succeed in the family business; to become head of the corporation by earning a degree in business and law. It didn't take long to figure out that business was not where her heart laid. No, she wanted to help people. To inspire them and counsel them on a personal level, that's where she felt her true value.

She had found the hidden courage to tell her father that she wanted to be a teacher. The reaction had been what she expected. He was extremely disappointed with her decision and did nothing to hide it. Soon after the phone conservation ended, she ran out of her dorm room crying (not wanting to be a disturbance to her roommate in case she returned) and into the dead of night.

Looking back on it, being a young unprotected female wandering all alone at night was not the best decision. But at the time she felt like she had to detach from the world. To escape the unhappiness that was her life. Thankfully she found that refuge she was seeking that night. It had begun to downpour and she went out to the first sign of shelter. That shelter was a cozy little greenhouse used by the college.

It was odd, but she had felt an immediate sense of security in the holding. There was a small classroom when first stepping in, built for no more than twenty students. The teacher's desk was right in front of the only chalkboard, papers and mischievous items organized neatly on top. A stack of file cabinets were set in the corner of the small room, probably containing important documents.

On the opposite side of the room there was a door opened to the other half of the building. Curiosity had gotten to her and she ventured inside. She felt a sudden rush of warm air walking in and the sight before made her made her gasp in awe. The area was divided into two separate rooms with a lane going down the middle so you could enter the rooms in two ways. On her left the room was titled Desert. Traveling through the mildly-humid, cacti room she figured the other room had to be a climate-zone room. Coming before the second room and seeing it named Rainforest, she knew she had made a correct guess.

It was amazing and somewhat thrilling to be surrounded by these plants. They were organisms that thieved in places she had never been to, they had names she's never heard of. She was so enamored with the mysterious quality of them that she had forgotten about her earlier misery. And as relaxing and addicting as it was to be around the unique plants it faded when she saw an older man tending to one of them.

Fearing that she had come here unwelcomed she hoped to get out undetected. But that hope diminished when the man turned around to face her. The man seemed to be around the same age as her father but looked nothing like said man. He had sandy-blonde hair that stuck out in every direction, deep blue eyes and defined, handsome features. His bright smile seemed to edge away some of her fears of intrusion.

"Hello there, come to do some research?"

His deep voice did not sound the least bit intimidating and instead was curious.

"No-o, just lo-oking."

"I see, have an interest in botany?"

"No, I d-don't know an-nything about plants."

"Haha, neither do my students."

The rumble of his laugh and shine in his eyes made it absolutely impossible for her not to smile. There weren't many she felt at ease with. They were either put off by her stutter or her shy nature which in turn made her nerves escalate. But he seemed like the type of man who would be opened to all and she admired that.

"I'm Professor Namikaze, but seen as how you're not one of my students you can call me Minato."

"I'm Hinata Hyuuga."

"Well Hinata, would you like to learn something about plants?"

"Yes, yes I would."

For months, she would return to the greenhouse. She helped Minato tend to the plants and in return he would teach her something interesting about the foreign substance. It was such an addictive unwinding hobby that she eventually learned how to properly care for each of the plants. Minato still had much to teach her, but they had begun to talk about un-related stuff.

She learned that he had been married at one point and had a son. Though he rarely ever talked about his deceased wife, he would always talk about his son, Naruto Uzumaki. Named after his mother who died during childbirth, he was determined to become an acclaimed chef. It was his childhood dream and at nineteen he was finally actively pursuing it by attending a presage culinary school. From what it sounded like he had a great deal of support from his large group of friends.

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Trotoar adalah telanjang pagi ini. Matahari adalah sekarang casting wajahnya, mengejar berjarak kegelapan malam. Ini mencurahkan array indah jeruk, pink dan kuning di langit dan mengungkapkan bahwa tidak ada di sekitar untuk menyaksikan lukisan ini cantik atmosfer. Bintang pembakaran juga terkena tetesan air yang menggantung di atas rumput bersinar dan daun dari hujan malam terakhir. Curah hujan ini juga umum di suara swishing sepatu kets nya akan membuat kecepatan santai nya. Dia mengalami hari yang baru dengan arti lain, mengambil dalam wangi bumi.Dia mencintai musim semi.Ia membeli begitu banyak kehidupan ke planet setelah imobilitas beku musim dingin. Dan dengan rush kehidupan menjadi awal yang baru, baru peluang dan kesempatan baru untuk mengambil. Dia tidak pernah begitu optimis tentang musim sebelumnya, tetapi dengan begitu banyak perubahan dalam hidupnya akhir-akhir ini merasa baik untuk memulai lagi.Mengambil garpu dalam berjalan ke kiri, ada sebuah rumah kecil yang terbuat dari kaca tidak menyambutnya. Gelombang kenyamanan datang kepadanya dengan pemandangan. Dalam hanya beberapa bulan yang singkat ini rumah tanaman eksotis telah menjadi tempat kudus Nya.Itu dimulai pada awal tahun ajaran sekolah, hanya dua bulan ke tahun mahasiswa baru dari perguruan tinggi, dia berhadapan dengan ayahnya. Dia memiliki keinginan yang kuat untuk berhasil dalam bisnis keluarga; untuk menjadi kepala Corporation dengan memperoleh gelar dalam bisnis dan hukum. Tidak butuh waktu lama untuk mengetahui bahwa bisnis ini tidak di mana hatinya diletakkan. Tidak, ia ingin membantu orang. Untuk menginspirasi mereka dan nasihat mereka pada tingkat pribadi, itu adalah dimana dia merasa dia nilai sebenarnya.Dia telah menemukan keberanian tersembunyi untuk memberitahu ayahnya bahwa ia ingin menjadi seorang guru. Reaksi telah apa yang dia harapkan. Ia sangat kecewa dengan keputusannya dan tidak melakukan apa pun untuk menyembunyikannya. Segera setelah berakhir konservasi telepon, dia berlari keluar dari nya asrama kamar menangis (tidak ingin menjadi gangguan untuk sekamarnya apabila dia kembali) dan ke mati malam.Melihat kembali di atasnya, yang tidak dilindungi perempuan muda berkeliaran semua sendirian di malam hari adalah bukan keputusan yang terbaik. Tapi saat itu dia merasa seperti dia harus melepaskan diri dari seluruh dunia. Melarikan diri ketidakbahagiaan itu hidupnya. Untungnya dia menemukan perlindungan bahwa dia sedang mencari malam itu. Mulai hujan dan dia keluar untuk tanda pertama dari tempat penampungan. Bahwa tempat penampungan adalah sebuah rumah kaca kecil nyaman digunakan oleh perguruan tinggi.It was odd, but she had felt an immediate sense of security in the holding. There was a small classroom when first stepping in, built for no more than twenty students. The teacher's desk was right in front of the only chalkboard, papers and mischievous items organized neatly on top. A stack of file cabinets were set in the corner of the small room, probably containing important documents.On the opposite side of the room there was a door opened to the other half of the building. Curiosity had gotten to her and she ventured inside. She felt a sudden rush of warm air walking in and the sight before made her made her gasp in awe. The area was divided into two separate rooms with a lane going down the middle so you could enter the rooms in two ways. On her left the room was titled Desert. Traveling through the mildly-humid, cacti room she figured the other room had to be a climate-zone room. Coming before the second room and seeing it named Rainforest, she knew she had made a correct guess.It was amazing and somewhat thrilling to be surrounded by these plants. They were organisms that thieved in places she had never been to, they had names she's never heard of. She was so enamored with the mysterious quality of them that she had forgotten about her earlier misery. And as relaxing and addicting as it was to be around the unique plants it faded when she saw an older man tending to one of them.Fearing that she had come here unwelcomed she hoped to get out undetected. But that hope diminished when the man turned around to face her. The man seemed to be around the same age as her father but looked nothing like said man. He had sandy-blonde hair that stuck out in every direction, deep blue eyes and defined, handsome features. His bright smile seemed to edge away some of her fears of intrusion."Hello there, come to do some research?"His deep voice did not sound the least bit intimidating and instead was curious."No-o, just lo-oking.""I see, have an interest in botany?""No, I d-don't know an-nything about plants.""Haha, neither do my students."The rumble of his laugh and shine in his eyes made it absolutely impossible for her not to smile. There weren't many she felt at ease with. They were either put off by her stutter or her shy nature which in turn made her nerves escalate. But he seemed like the type of man who would be opened to all and she admired that."I'm Professor Namikaze, but seen as how you're not one of my students you can call me Minato.""I'm Hinata Hyuuga.""Well Hinata, would you like to learn something about plants?""Yes, yes I would."For months, she would return to the greenhouse. She helped Minato tend to the plants and in return he would teach her something interesting about the foreign substance. It was such an addictive unwinding hobby that she eventually learned how to properly care for each of the plants. Minato still had much to teach her, but they had begun to talk about un-related stuff.She learned that he had been married at one point and had a son. Though he rarely ever talked about his deceased wife, he would always talk about his son, Naruto Uzumaki. Named after his mother who died during childbirth, he was determined to become an acclaimed chef. It was his childhood dream and at nineteen he was finally actively pursuing it by attending a presage culinary school. From what it sounded like he had a great deal of support from his large group of friends.