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This wasn't like the pond in Leadworth, where Amy Pond grew up. This pond, a rather nice sized pond in one of Destiny's many parks, did have ducks. And though Ridley wouldn't understand the reference, it didn't matter as she sat on the edge of the grass with her feet in the questionable colored water. It was still summer, still warm and it was another one of those days where her parents decided to trust her to be on her own for a few hours.

She was dressed in one of her many colorful sundresses, yellow this time with small bees embroidered on the hem, and her green slip-ons rested beside her along with her cat shaped purse and the near empty bag of bread her parents had given her. The Pendergasts weren't ones to eat the end pieces, so they had given their youngest daughter the bag and told her to go feed the ducks ... and not detour from the plan; though they still didn't know she had really chased a cat that last time.

The ducks were unsure of the small orange haired girl, even though that bread looked amazing and the gobbled up each piece she threw at them. But ... she just didn't sit still and that made them keep their distance a little. Only a few of the younger ducks dared to get close but even they had limits.

A small piece of bread was held between two small fingers, her arm out as far it it could go until her body was forced to lean too far. Ridley was making sounds she would normally make to coax her cat closer and the ducks obviously weren't having it. A few of the younger ducks seemed to be daring each other closer, but chickened out in the end and fluttered their way back to the majority with a few quacks and tail feather shakes.

She was beginning to lean further, a few little beady eyes upon her as sh inched herself closer to the flock when Ainsley called her name. Her mind was so focused that she nearly jumped, startled and her eyes went wide. The bread fell from her fingers, a duck ninja-ing its way through the group to steal the snack and quickly swim back.

Ridley turned to the direction of the sound of sandals on the ground, her eyes narrowed in frustration and ready to go on a verbal tirade. Until she noticed it was Ainsley. Oh. "Hi, Ainsley." The disappointment wasn't lost in her voice completely, but she also wasn't full of giggles either. She then noticed the bag in the other little girl's hands. "Going to feed the ducks too?"

Ridley's eyes followed the piece of bread that Ainsley had thrown at the ducks, and watched them with a wide smile as they all raced for the piece of food. All she had been trying to do, with her own bag of food, was to get the ducks to come to her. It obviously hadn't been working but seeing them race and fight was actually pretty amusing. Reaching into her plastic bag, she pulled out a few different chunks of bread and hurled them in various directions in the pond to watch the ducks scurry.

"They are, especially when they wiggle their butt feathers and stuff," she had to admit whilst she watched the fray. She threw out another piece.

The next question made her sigh, "I guess." During the summer she hadn't thought about school, which made the days more awesome but now it was drawing closer and she had no idea how the next grade would be. Her brothers were never any help with their explanations of time in which ever grade she was entering. At first, they'd tell her lies and horrible stories to scare her... she she had stopped asking.

"What do you think its going to be like?" Ridley honestly asked, curious of the other girl's opinions.

A few of the ducks seemed to be daring enough to waddle their way up to the shore where Ainsley was sprinkling the grass with bits of bread for them. That girl seemed a bit calmer to them, so didn't seem as threatening as Ridley even though the bits were still close to the orange haired one. There was a chorus as they made their way, nibbling on what they could.

Ridley's smile strengthened at the sight of them closer to the pair, adding her own bits of bread to the mix for them to gobble up. It was the least thing to keep her chipper even with Ainsley's insane idea of her ideal school year. She wasn't one to ease well into subjects like the other kids could, sometimes she faired just as well but when it came to math and stuff. "Vocabulary could be kind of cool, I guess." New words would lead to new insults and stuff, "spelling will suck... I don't get why everything can't be spelled the way it sounds. There are too many damn rules." Ridley sighed as she broke down one of her last pieces of bread to throw into the pond.

"I hope we learn new sports and stuff in P.E. though," that was one of the subjects she thrived upon. That and well, the science parts where they looked at animals, plants and what most girls thought were gross.

It honestly wasn't all too surprising to hear Ainsley's confession. Even someone like Ridley could tell that the light haired girl wasn't much of the athletic type, not when they hoped to learn vocabulary and stuff. When she did pay attention to class or watched the other kids, Ainsley did seem to be one of the more attentive.

"Laps can be fun," she agreed with a nod, throwing the last of her bread into the pond in front of her. Ridley began to crumble up the bread bag she had been holding and absent-mindedly stuffed it into her little purse until she could throw it away. "But it gets boring just running and not doing something else like having a ball or something. Which is why I like it when we learn sports and stuff. I'm not the best either but its just fun to run around and stuff." Ridley had a problem of following rules really. Her little hands began to pick at the grass, there was a need to be doing something with them and the green blades were within reach for plucking.

Ridley muttered a quick thanks as she took the offered bread, glad to have something active to do with her hands besides pull at grass. Sure, it was kind of fun to pull at grass but there wasn't much to do with afterwards - at least in the spring little flowers bloomed to form daisy chains ... but a lot of the parks seemed to cut those. And having bread meant feeding ducks, which was what Ridley's intentions of the day were really all about.

"Just need to work on them really," the orange haired girl offered as a reply. "If you're not good then you just gotta practice," there was a small pause as she pulled at a rather hard piece of the bread, "though, I guess you have to want to do it too, right?" Ridley looked up at Ainsley, her orange eyes studying the girl trying to see if she was the type who would want to get better at hand eye coordination.

It was probably like her and most academic subjects. Did Ridley want to get better at them? Not really.

Ridley took a moment from throwing more bread out to the ducks to give her body a good big stretch. She had been sitting in the same position for a while now and was beginning to feel a little stiff. This also allowed her to wiggle her toes in the water they had been resting in the same amount of time as well. It felt nice to wiggle those toes and it brought a small giggle to her lips.

Ridley turned back to Ainsley and shrugged, even if she did still have a smile. "Um, only a little bit..." she confessed. Her mother liked to shop anyways, so perhaps some of the new outfits she got during the summer could account for new clothing for the school year?

Soon enough, Ridley was finished with the bread in her hands a second time. She dusted her hands off, over the grass, to get the crumbs and bread residue off as best she could before wiping them across the top of her sundress.

"Sent you a dress?" The orange haired girl asked curiously. That didn't sound right to her, it was a bit off in and she wanted to make sure she had heard it correctly. "Did she order you something or something?"