It was a strange afternoon, besides the fact that it was raining. This by the way is impossible where I live. The sky was sunny not a cloud to be seen, but yet there were droplets falling from the sky. I live in The Garden of Ampser which is a place of intense beauty. Never a cloud to be seen. Flowers are always in bloom, the grass is always green, and the water always an ever deep pool of aqua. Nothing environmentally bad ever happens in The Garden of Ampser. The place I live in is for the stunningly beautiful of us. The others live in a place where no one can find them. I don't think I belong here. I think I belong with the others. But my parents don't agree they think I belong here in the Garden. Yes, I am beautiful on the outside like the others where I live. But I am beautiful on the inside like the outsiders.