Shadows of Compassion

Prologue

                                                     (this is my first ever story hope you like it!)

         Swings sway in the wind as the loudness from the children deepen, I can't stop thinking of what I overheard my mother say earlier, "He shouldn't have been there, what if she were to have seen him like this", but I assume it's nothing. It has to be nothing.

       I see a boy swinging by himself and can't help but wonder if he's lonely sitting all alone like that. In a way I feel the same. My mom and dad have been very distant lately and haven't been paying attention to me. They say they've just been very busy; however I can tell when my people are lying my friends say I'm really good at.

    The boy hasn't left from that spot in a while, he looks to be a few years older than me. His blonde hair seemed outgrown and fluffy; I couldn't tell what seemed to be off about him. The looks of him brought curiosity to mind wondering what's going on in his head. The sun is just now starting to set, moving the shadows on his face making his features more visible, his freckles covering his tan face.

     I can't explain the feeling that I'm feeling at this moment, my mom is still on the phone and seems to be very agitated and worried. "How am I supposed to explain this to Isabel, she's not ready yet we will just have to wait," I don't really understand what she's saying so I just continue to play.

   "Izzy honey come here," I hope we're not leaving. I haven't had the chance to go up to the boy yet. "Are we leaving?" "Yes, come here" But I don't want to leave yet, "I don't want to leave" "Well come here" I still want to say hi to the boy on the swings, he seems lonely, and I can't help but feel bad. "I just have to do something really quick, then we can leave," "Ok make it quick," "Ok I will, don't worry it will just take a few minutes."

     "Hi there," "hi," " Whatcha doing?" "Nothing just swinging" "oh ok, what's your name?" "Matt" He didn't come off as someone with the name Matt. "That's a nice name" "What's yours?" "Izzy" I don't really like my name. My mom said she wanted to name it after someone important like my grandmother. "I like your name too," he said. "Thank you, well I have to go bye!" "Bye"

      "Come here sweetie we have to get going now" "I'm coming!" We headed towards a bright green car; my mom insisted on getting my dad hates it saying it "looks repealing." I love bright colors. They remind me of good things. I can't think of anything that's a bright color and sad. "Where are we going?" "A little trip" First we went to the park and now a trip, my mom must be in a good mood. "Where is it" "You'll see sweetie" "Ok."

    I hate surprises, I would rather just know what I'm getting or where I'm going. I thought we were going home, but my mom missed the road. "Mom, you missed it," She didn't answer me. "Mom, you need to turn around, mom!" She didn't turn around. I assume this is just another one of her surprises, and I don't really like surprises.