There were feathery clouds strewn across the light blue sky, the sun sometimes hiding behind them. Wind would sometimes play across dry patches of grass and clover, tickling birds into flight. Grey squirrels with their puffy tails would twitch and bicker at each other from the trees, chasing one another. A few worn trees were scattered about the large yard, sprouting light green buds just waiting to bloom into oak leaves.
Another normal day in South Jersey.
Under one of those trees, a hammock resided. It delicately creaked back and forth, the motion coming from it's occupant.
"Alright," a voice came from the hammock, a pale leg popping from the side edge. "I'll see if I...Right, right....Ok, bye." A clack could be heard, and then a sigh. Another leg joined the other, and soon the hammock was tilted to the far side, letting it's occupant out of it.
It was a girl, with thick and short brown hair. She had a pale body, dotted with freckles. Brown and listless eyes closed as she stretched, a cell phone in one hand. Her bare feet landed on the cool ground, disturbing the dirt underneath them. The girl looked down, finding her sandals nearby. Slipping them on, she sighed again.
This sigh sounded more tired and saddened.
She slipped her phone back into her jean's pocket, and strided for the beige house right near the tree next to the hammock.
As her feet carried her to her house, she looked down at the cement that divided the grass yard to the porch steps. Cracks with small weeds were in the pavement, and she bent down to examine it.
She ran her fingers over the weed, a small dandelion decorated it.
Another normal day in South Jersey.
Under one of those trees, a hammock resided. It delicately creaked back and forth, the motion coming from it's occupant.
"Alright," a voice came from the hammock, a pale leg popping from the side edge. "I'll see if I...Right, right....Ok, bye." A clack could be heard, and then a sigh. Another leg joined the other, and soon the hammock was tilted to the far side, letting it's occupant out of it.
It was a girl, with thick and short brown hair. She had a pale body, dotted with freckles. Brown and listless eyes closed as she stretched, a cell phone in one hand. Her bare feet landed on the cool ground, disturbing the dirt underneath them. The girl looked down, finding her sandals nearby. Slipping them on, she sighed again.
This sigh sounded more tired and saddened.
She slipped her phone back into her jean's pocket, and strided for the beige house right near the tree next to the hammock.
As her feet carried her to her house, she looked down at the cement that divided the grass yard to the porch steps. Cracks with small weeds were in the pavement, and she bent down to examine it.
She ran her fingers over the weed, a small dandelion decorated it.
