Not always Silent.

Greetings everybody.

Naming the richest autumn season orange leaves fallen amongst the pathway of the bluish river in the open yard of the sky, where the brightest known yellow color, the sun diffuses in, while the foggy white cotton cloud floats between the state of happiness in the hourglass of the vast blue skies and landfill of greens hung high above. The typical cloud figuring the definition of every colors formed, the actual tendency of the colour in them and the constant battle for confessing the warmth of the non-touchable type of death sensation of the color but recognized to be the ultimate goal to create a slight smiley gesture on your little face. In addition of the green light striking from each corresponding east and west side neutralizing the bright color settings by the nature and reflecting the huge mirror of the earth, the lake and retrieving the back-then scenery.

"Often getting absorbed by this nature,"said the girl, her blue eyes similar as the blue water color diluted into the colorless water, muting the word colorless, loads of thick family-heritage brown hair flowing straight into a high pony tail neat on the shoulder and can rapidly change into any person you wish will by do it. Remote and plain girl called Guinevere, who had a hot temper and a burning dream to study more and continue the word more. She had sweet hand and height of the normal 15 year old girl and carrying herself like the most not-explanatory good student record form the previous school to the next school admission (tomorrow). "Is the cloud empty inside like the balloon but better in color?"she added, with a silent sniff. "Exactly, that's my point!"argued herself while snapping some pictures of wonder clouds flying in the blues from the bedside window.
Not a day goes by where, Guinevere don't run to God than running headfirst into the untold ending of the future, gathering combinations of positive and negative thoughts and remind herself that God is always happy to meet you there and she began her left over few 5-6 hours ahead day after summing the time it would get dark for the new greeting program.

"Wait till the clock ring the twitting-harmony song of the cuckoo-bird until the new neighbor arrives," she grumbled lying on the bed. "It was an off day for me but not usually," she said, following the rhythm of the vinyl while changing the subject to school and said "shadow, principal will be starving to get me in!"included with a little whisper, looking down at her result: No.01 student, percentage: 98.99% and overall position: 01(middle school)
And to the opposite direction of her bed lies another bed partitioned through a baby white curtain fixed from the top of the ceiling to the bottom of the pale wooden floors covered by a sweet fluffy pink rug running through hers to another. Her elder sister Theresa had considerably large black eyes, perfect jaw-line, thick brown hair color highlighted in the black at the end and usually thrown at her back. She had the most average height around 16 and nailing each boy on their knees by her looks which was her professional job other than school studying business. The #famousTheresa bulletin board, a special board for the latest announcement about her at school. And a exact one year gap between them. Holding the future in the palm of her hands, looking forward for shooting the next academic year as always and being the twin-alike sister was the hope of the family buried within but not Guinevere and a broken heart of defeat challenging for another likely winning and failing game among the sisters.

The building blocks of extra concentration and energy as the sound of the cuckoo bird alarm rang while bathing her entire body mentally with a short glance of the evening sunset view equally distributed inside and exploring the depth of the Earth's nature through the miniature bedside window. Then, ten large heavy load vehicles occupying their storage bin filled by home-essential-necessaries following a high-standard- modern car honking twice in a row almost reaching the destination to the gate.

"Privilege to hear the tick-tock sound including the nearly heard inner techno logistic screws and wheels circulating inside the body of the clock volume shut it's twittings beforehand!"signed Guinevere, looking at the full length mirror still in teddy PJs. Meanwhile, she transformed into another dressing level up. A gray long sleeve shirt almost covered the length of the blue denim shorts and a pair of black slippers, and in a full swing she weaved among the crowd near the gateway. As soon as the man and woman step outside with a shiny pencil heel polished black, a fine black top and a stripy bottom, while the man wore the formal office suits and the common-looking boy hoisted right bedside his parent carrying the heavy smile Guinevere haven't seen for ages since the last meet and all of the people started greeting as due of respect, be it poor or rich. And she ran across the fields as it ended soon enough.

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I am really sorry if this story turns out to be a trash, because it does sometime.
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Lots of love from the writer.