Imagine this
You are Jessica Parker, you like bright and expressive outfits, you hate orange chocolate because "that would be weird" and here you are in your own perfect place with two of your best friends; Hilary Becker, a soldier who you are deeply in love with and Abby Maitland, one of your greatest friends- she is always there for you!
Perfect Place
The back of your clothes are under the crystal clear water as your float on it breathing in and out and in again, you spread your arms out and move them up and down feeling the delicate texture of the water below them. You decide you have had enough lying in the water so you gently paddle to the side and with one slight heave, you pull yourself out of the liquid; your clothes now thoroughly wet. You walk over the small hill near you; you lie down and place your damp head onto the soft emerald grass- it tickles your neck as you rest.
You just lie there for a bit looking up into the perfectly cloudless sky with the sun beaming down on you- drying your clothes. Your company soon join you, they lie either side of you and look up to the sky with you- it is silent, no bird song, nothing but that is the way you like it. Peaceful. It is hot. Too hot.
You would do anything to have something cool-anything would do. So you walk across to the small blue freezer box you all brought, you open it and pull out a slab of raw ice. You grimes as the coldness sends a shiver down your spine but then after a couple of priceless seconds you get used to it and are happy for this coldness seeping through your fingertips as the ice melts. Eventually the icy water sinks into the jade grass.