Most regular boring humans would be mystified by my home, world, and my life. Why? Because everything is made out of water. Some of my clothes, my house, the trees, fields, hills, and the ground. We do not live underwater, we live on water. How? It is unknown, we just do. I leapt from my perch on the water rock, and ran down the hill, my dress flowing in the wind. It sparkled from the sun, high in the sky. I did not sink through the shining surface of the pond,as I raced across it, gracefully like a bird in the sky. Too busy with my surroundings I plowed through the liquid blue tree. My imprint stood out among the tree trunk. "Woops" I mumbled. In seconds the water mended together, like nothing had crashed through it, seconds before. I got up and continued sliding over the rippled surface, of the blueish green mini lake. My satin blue gown fluttered in the wind as I rushed to our cottage. I slowed down a little to flip my wrist upwards, exposing the heart branches that extend over my arm. I burst through the slippery thin barrier of the invisible entrance way. "Your late, Lynn."
"Sorry mother," I apologized,"It will not happen again."
"Good." I strode across the room climbing the transparent rippling
