Post by ALLYSON JEMIMA WALKER on Mar 20, 2011 22:53:54 GMT -5
(OPEN/Feb)
A month had passed since Allyson had seen her sister, Marcy, and she felt rather upset. Clutching the swing's chains, she swung in the air and tried not to mind that her sister was gone. At least Aunt Charlotte is okay. she kept telling herself, At least my dog is doing well. Allyson sighed and stepped a foot on the ground, stopping herself from swinging any higher. She hovered off the ground with her feet floating slightly an inch above the white ground. At least Marcy left me a note before she left. she thought to herself, But she hadn't stated exactly why.
Ally quieted herself down and erased her thoughts gradually. She took a glimpse around the park, which she found beautiful. Of course, there was a light snow earlier and there was a small amount of snow on the ground. It wasn't as cold as it was in the past month, but Allyson still had a jacket tugged on herself and a scarf. She wasn't going to risk being sick...again.
Is Marcy ever going to come back? Ally thought to herself, wondering if she would see her sister once more. "Maybe," she muttered and fiddled with her fingers, her face looking down on the ground.
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