Post by Isabella Fiona Grace on Mar 29, 2015 6:59:42 GMT
The wind held a vigil this morning, the sun was covered by clouds which gloomed over Woodbury. It was a silent morning, many still slept in their beds. Amongst all this silence and gloom sat a girl, at the peak of adolescence. With hair as brown and silky as chocolate, and eyes that held a rare innocence that wasn't common nowadays. She served as a ray of light in the middle of all this darkness, completely oblivious to what lay outside the guarded walls. The tiny fingers of this child, scribbling delicately over street-gravel. The radiant color of purple chalk had rubbed over her hands and clothes, even some on her face. The sound of her sweet humming sing-song spilled quietly from her rose-petal lips. Slowly rising from her crouched form, she tossed the chalk onto the ground.
Staring at 10 simple hop-scotch squares labeled with numbers. Than she did what most kids knew how to do. Skip. She jumped landing on a single foot in square 1 and proceeded forward. Something as simplistic as this kept her attention, occupied. Even if there were more fun things she'd rather do.
The silent pitter-patter of her skipping echoed through the streets of Woodbury.
