A girl sits on a swing in the middle of a playground. Blue greasy hair blocks her listless lavender-grey eyes from view. The swing creaks but only the little girl can hear it
'Even the swing doesn't want to play with me'
She watched the other children run around without a care in the world, they all thought break-time was a God-sent gift to all children. Most teachers shared their thoughts on this matter, but to one child it was just another thing that separated her from all the others.
'Friends'
The girl waited as she did every other day, she waited for someone who would bring hope to the malnourished child. That day has yet to come and the girl will wait until that day, surrounded in the deafening silence that is loneliness... until that one faithful day. That child was approached by... maybe not the best of crowds, but they would be inseparable.
sorry the chapter was so short and that ithas been so long since i last updated. First of all I'm not even supposed to be on here and secondly my Microsoft hasn't been working. Don't flame me too badly for this. The second chapter will most definitely be at least a little longer, I just have to figure out how i will write it. I have a hard time getting my thoughts down on paper. Most of the credit goes to loosing-faith-in-faith-itself, she let me practically rewrite her short story 'boy' .net/s/5654010/1/Boy .