A boy of about 13 panted as he crested a hill of sand, dragging a pack that was far too heavy for him. The determination in his eyes was unmistakable and he continued to walk even as the sun bore down on him. A shudder wracked him and he cried in pain as he gripped his chest, hand curling around clothing that was far too large for him. He fell to his knees and began to cry, sobs shaking his body as the sun seemed to pierce through him. He curled up in the shadow offered by the bag as his tears mingled with sweat and his hands curled around the shifting sand as he whispered one word over and over.
Author: This is a transition piece, which is why it is so short. I promise that the next one will be much longer. Thanks for staying with me!