Post by Skylar Hummel on Aug 1, 2010 22:20:10 GMT -5
There was, as always, a smile on the small fifteen year old girl's face as she walked into the Garden. This was probably one of Skylar's all time favorite places in the Orphanage. It seemed nice to her. But, that wasn't saying much because she thinks everything seems nice. The girl was wearing her favorite white dress that would swish lightly as she walked around her knees. Her feet didn't make much noise as she made her way to the swing. Her bright natural red hair resting over her shoulder.
Skylar was hoping that no one was on the swing, being that the swing was something she always loved about the Garden. Which made the Garden ten times better for the girl. Her body finally had made it to the garden, her attention on the empty swing, the smile on her pale pink lips widening. Once she reached the swing, she turned her back to it and grabbed onto the ropes holding it to the tree. She went to her tippy toes and jumped gently onto the swing. Skylar, to say the least, was tiny in both height and weight. But, like every other thing, that had never bothered her. The girl started moving her legs in a swinging motion and finally began to swing lightly. But that's all she wanted, was to swing just gently. Her red hair blew back just slightly from the light wind she was making. The girl's wide eyes looked around at the younger children playing and looked around for someone she could talk to.
Skylar was hoping that no one was on the swing, being that the swing was something she always loved about the Garden. Which made the Garden ten times better for the girl. Her body finally had made it to the garden, her attention on the empty swing, the smile on her pale pink lips widening. Once she reached the swing, she turned her back to it and grabbed onto the ropes holding it to the tree. She went to her tippy toes and jumped gently onto the swing. Skylar, to say the least, was tiny in both height and weight. But, like every other thing, that had never bothered her. The girl started moving her legs in a swinging motion and finally began to swing lightly. But that's all she wanted, was to swing just gently. Her red hair blew back just slightly from the light wind she was making. The girl's wide eyes looked around at the younger children playing and looked around for someone she could talk to.
