Edith inhaled the warm, saturated air. It was summer, finally. She'd never truly understood the love for summer. Why was it that she'd always seen it written in things she'd found; notebooks, scraps of paper, anything written by a student? Why did everyone she had read about glorify the two months? It was a rather tricky concept for the young teenager.
Of course, she couldn't be blamed for that. She was homeschooled all twelve months in a year, due to her unknown-to-the-majority-of-the-human-race location. I couldn't necessarily give you any specifics of the location mapwise, but allow me to describe it. Have you ever seen an old well and peered downwards? Well, Edith hasn't because she lives in one, or beneath one rather. Under a nearly dry well, exists a town where Edith lives. The center of the little town is the pond where water used to be drawn from. Increasing by the day, more and more copper coins get dropped into the well, into the pond. And now that summer had begun, grade school hooligans would throw their old books down, right into Edith's waiting, educated hands. She was the only one she knew that was becoming more aware of the happiness and horrors taking place above.
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Penny Earned
FantasyIt's pretty much undeniable, our lives revolve around some form of currency. It's always a joy to find some money that wasn't yours, or anyone's really, just lost property of the world, or maybe lost property of some fool recently a few cents poorer...
