.:Kiro:.
I made a slight jerking movement when I heard a girl's voice below me. I had practically tossed my journal doing that as well, but I regained my composure and balance in a matter of seconds. "Er, hey," I greeted awkwardly as I peered over to her. My heart was pounding from nearly falling off the branch I was resting on, and I was sure my face was a bit flushed from that. "I'm Jake," I added. "But I prefer to be called Kiro. And, who are you?" A couple seconds afterward, I held out my hand for her to shake. I really wasn't used to being nice to kids, since I always was tormented by them in school and by my parents at home. It seemed as though I had a lack of social skills.