The young sun burned so bright that my feeble eyes were no match. I shut them and let my other senses take hold. It smelled of pine and smoke and happiness. I burst with laughter as the cold water sent warm shivers down my spine. The river water curiously tasted like heaven. Only heaven and seraphs could come to that river. It was paradise. As I opened my warm eyelids, I concluded that Chloe was an angel, for her blonde hair was glowing like halo.
“Whatcha doing?” I pushed my long, dark, coffee hair out of my face just in time to see Jolie lob a fistful of reddish mud into my face. Stunned, I was rooted to the spot, sharp rocks digging into my white feet, before a devilish smile cut its way onto my complexion. I catapulted two hands of the …show more content…
The horror had faded and fury replaced it. The three of us were at the start of the trail.
“You can’t blame him, Anissa,” Michael stopped to stare a spider in her web. “To him, that poor fish was just dinner,” his eyes sparkled as he glimpsed down at me. “What was it to you?”
“An angel,” I whispered, feeling sorrow in my bones. Yet as we pushed on, I grew more and more dazzled. The trees, massive column of life, protected me from the summer sun’s wrath. I loved them, along with the deep, brown dirt and the small birds that twittered above my head. I crawled on fallen trees and jumped into icy creeks and the world was so beautiful, I thought. I pushed through an arch of trees which his a glowing meadow. I ran, and laughed, and maybe I would be okay.
It was then that I realized I was human. I was the same as that demon-man. I was more than a little girl: human, a species, no better than any other, that inhabited the earth. I was life and death and blood and flesh and bone.
I was a monster of sorts.
Michael froze, I slammed into his back and toppled to the floor. He spun around, pressing a finger to his lips. After silently righting myself, I scanned the trees for something, anything; a fresh wave of adrenaline rushed through my
“Whatcha doing?” I pushed my long, dark, coffee hair out of my face just in time to see Jolie lob a fistful of reddish mud into my face. Stunned, I was rooted to the spot, sharp rocks digging into my white feet, before a devilish smile cut its way onto my complexion. I catapulted two hands of the …show more content…
The horror had faded and fury replaced it. The three of us were at the start of the trail.
“You can’t blame him, Anissa,” Michael stopped to stare a spider in her web. “To him, that poor fish was just dinner,” his eyes sparkled as he glimpsed down at me. “What was it to you?”
“An angel,” I whispered, feeling sorrow in my bones. Yet as we pushed on, I grew more and more dazzled. The trees, massive column of life, protected me from the summer sun’s wrath. I loved them, along with the deep, brown dirt and the small birds that twittered above my head. I crawled on fallen trees and jumped into icy creeks and the world was so beautiful, I thought. I pushed through an arch of trees which his a glowing meadow. I ran, and laughed, and maybe I would be okay.
It was then that I realized I was human. I was the same as that demon-man. I was more than a little girl: human, a species, no better than any other, that inhabited the earth. I was life and death and blood and flesh and bone.
I was a monster of sorts.
Michael froze, I slammed into his back and toppled to the floor. He spun around, pressing a finger to his lips. After silently righting myself, I scanned the trees for something, anything; a fresh wave of adrenaline rushed through my